or. Alack, alas!
Hasten, youth, to be flinging. 140

You, whom odorous oils declare
Bridegroom, swerve not; a slippery (135)
Love calls lightly, but yet refrain.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 145

Lawful only did e'er delight
You, we know; but it is not, O (140)
Husband, lawful as heretofore.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 150

Bride, thou also, if he demand
Aught, refuse not, assent, obey. (145)
Love can angrily pipe adieu.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 155

Look! thy mansion, a sovereign
Home most goodly, by him to thee (150)
Given. Reign as a queen within,
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 160

Still when hoary decrepitude,
Shaking wintery brows benign, (155)
Nods a tremulous Yes to all.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 165

With fair augury smite the blest
Threshold, sunnily glistening (160)
Feet: yon ivory door approach,
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 170

See one seated, a banqueter.
'Tis thy lord on a Tyrian (165)
Couch: his spirit is all to thee.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 175

Not less surely in him than in
Thee love lighteth a bosoming (170)
Flame; but deeper, a fire within.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 180

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Thou, whose purple her arm, the slim
Arm, props happily, boy, depart.