Eiresione, or the Olive Branch
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Homer and Chapman, George
The turrets of a man of infinite might, Of infinite action, substance infinite, We make access to; whose whole being rebounds From earth to heaven, and nought but bliss resounds. Give entry then, ye doors; more riches yet Shall enter with me; all the Graces met In joy of their fruition, perfect peace Confirming all; all crown’d with such increase, That every empty vessel in your house May stand replete with all things precious; Elaborate Ceres may your larders fill With all dear delicates, and serve in still; May for your son a wife make wish’d approach Into your tow’rs, and rapt in in her coach With strong-kneed mules; may yet her state prove staid, With honour’d housewiferies; her fair hand laid To artful loomworks; and her nak’d feet tread The gum of amber to a golden bead. But I’ll return; return, and yet not press Your bounties now assay’d with oft access, Once a year only, as the swallow prates Before the wealthy Spring’s wide open gates. Meantime I stand at yours, nor purpose stay More time t’ entreat. Give, or not give, away My feet shall bear me, that did never come With any thought to make your house my home.