Tell if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum;
These musks, these ambers, and those other smells,
Sweet as the vestry of the oracles.
I’ll tell thee: while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assum’d,
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfum’d,
Whose pure immortal body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
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