First offer incense, then thy field and meads Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads. The spangling dew, dredg’d o’er the grass, shall be Turn’d all to mell and manna there for thee. Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil Shall run, as rivers, all throughout thy soil. Would’st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould? Pray once, twice pray, and turn thy ground to gold.