Publisher's Synopsis
Book ExcerptThou goddess with thy monthly stage, The yearly march doth mete and guageAnd rustic peasant's messuage, Dost brim with best o' crops, 20Be hailed by whatso name of grace, Please thee and olden Romulus' race, Thy wonted favour deign embrace, And save with choicest aid.We, maids and upright youths, are in Diana's care: upright youths and maids, we sing Diana.O Latonia, progeny great of greatest Jove, whom thy mother bare 'neath Delian olive, That thou mightst be Queen of lofty mounts, of foliaged groves, of remote glens, and of winding streams.Thou art called Juno Lucina by the mother in her travail-pangs, thou art named potent Trivia and Luna with an ill-got light.Thou, Goddess, with monthly march measuring the yearly course, dost glut with produce the rustic roofs of the farmer.Be thou hallowed by whatsoe'er name thou dost prefer; and cherish, with thine good aid, as thou art wont, the ancient race of Romulus.XXXV.Poetae tener
