Then entred they the meere maine sea, to cleanse their honord sweate

From off their feet, their thighes and neckes: and when their vehement heate

Was calm'd, and their swolne hearts refresht; more curious baths they vsd;

Where odorous and dissoluing Oyles, they through their lims diffusde.

Then, taking breakfast, a big boule, fild with the purest wine,

They offerd to the maiden Queene, that hath the azure eyne.

Now from nocturnal Sweat, and sanguine Stain,

They cleanse their Bodies in the neighb'ring Main:

Then in the polish'd Bath, refresh'd from Toil,

Their Joints they supple with dissolving Oil,

In due Repast indulge the genial Hour,

And first to Pallas the Libations pour:

They sit, rejoicing in her Aid divine,

And the crown'd Goblet foams with Floods of Wine.