Thou Know'St, My Julia, That It Is Thy Turn This Morning'S Incense To Prepare And Burn. The Chaplet And Inarculum[L] Here Be, With The White Vestures, All Attending Thee. This Day The Queen-Priest Thou Art Made, T' Appease Love For Our Very Many Trespasses. One Chief Transgression Is, Among The Rest, Because With Flowers Her Temple Was Not Dressed; The Next, Because Her Altars Did Not Shine With Daily Fires; The Last, Neglect Of Wine; For Which Her Wrath Is Gone Forth To Consume Us All, Unless Preserved By Thy Perfume. Take Then Thy Censer, Put In Fire, And Thus, O Pious Priestess! Make A Peace For Us. For Our Neglect Love Did Our Death Decree; That We Escape. Redemption Comes By Thee.