Thou, Thou That Bear'St The Sway, With Whom The Sea-Nymphs Play; And Venus, Every Way: When I Embrace Thy Knee, And Make Short Pray'Rs To Thee, In Love Then Prosper Me. This Day I Go To Woo; Instruct Me How To Do This Work Thou Put'St Me To. From Shame My Face Keep Free; From Scorn I Beg Of Thee, Love, To Deliver Me: So Shall I Sing Thy Praise, And To Thee Altars Raise, Unto The End Of Days.