Thou, thou that bear’st the sway, With whom the sea-nymphs play; And Venus, every way: When I embrace thy knee, And make short pray’rs to thee, In love then prosper me. This day I go to woo; Instruct me how to do This work thou put’st me to. From shame my face keep free; From scorn I beg of thee, Love, to deliver me: So shall I sing thy praise, And to thee altars raise, Unto the end of days.