And drink your fill of it!
Glory and worship be
To you, sweet Maids, thrice three,
Who still inspire me;
And teach me how to sing
Unto the lyric string,
My measures ravishing!
Then, while I sing your praise,
My priest-hood crown with bays
Green to the end of days!
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Reader, would’st thou more have known?Ask his story, not this stone.That will speak what this can’t tellOf his glory. So farewell.