A Hymn to JunoSaturnia, and her throne of gold, I sing,That was of Rhea the eternal spring,And empress of a beauty never yetEquall’d in height of tincture. Of the greatSaturnius (breaking air in awful noise)The far-fam’d wife and sister; whom in joysOf high Olympus all the Blessed love,And honour equal with unequall’d Jove.
Saturnia, and her throne of gold, I sing,That was of Rhea the eternal spring,And empress of a beauty never yetEquall’d in height of tincture. Of the greatSaturnius (breaking air in awful noise)The far-fam’d wife and sister; whom in joysOf high Olympus all the Blessed love,And honour equal with unequall’d Jove.