Goddess Of Youth, And Lady Of The Spring, Most Fit To Be The Consort To A King, Be Pleas'D To Rest You In This Sacred Grove Beset With Myrtles, Whose Each Leaf Drops Love. Many A Sweet-Fac'D Wood-Nymph Here Is Seen, Of Which Chaste Order You Are Now The Queen: Witness Their Homage When They Come And Strew Your Walks With Flowers, And Give Their Crowns To You. Your Leafy Throne, With Lily-Work Possess, And Be Both Princess Here And Poetess.