html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }o Cyprian Venus, still my verses vow:
Who Gifts, as sweete as honey doth bestow
On all Mortality. That euer smiles;
And rules a face, that all foes reconciles.
Euer sustaining in her hand, a Flowre,
That all desire keepes, euer in her Powre.
Haile then O Queene of well-built Salamine,
And all the state, that Cyprus doth confine:
Informe my song, with that celestiall fire,
That in thy beauties, kindles all desire.
So shall my Muse, for euer honour Thee,
And any other, thou commend'st to Me.