Full Lyrics
Bind my brows,
Let us, with the clust'ring vine,
The rose, Love's blushing flower, entwine;
Fancy's hand our chaplets wreathing,
Vernal sweets around us breathing,
We'll gaily drink, full goblet quaffing,
At frighted care securely laughing.
Rose, thou balmy scented flower,
Reared by Spring's most fost'ring power,
Thy dewy blossoms, opening bright,
To gods themselves can give delight.
And Cypria's child, with roses crowned,
Trips with each grace the mazy round.
Bind my brows, I'll tune the lyre,
Love my rapturous strains shall fire.
Bind my brows,
Nar Bacchus' grapeencircled shrine,
While roses fresh my brows entwine,
Led by the winged train of Pleasures;
I'll dance with nymphs to sportive measures,
Bind my brows.
