O Much desired, prolific, general queen.
Hear me, life-bearing Health, of beauteous mien,
Mother of all; by thee diseases dire,
Of bliss destructive, from our life retire;
And every house is flourishing and fair,
If with rejoicing aspect thou art there.
Each daedal1 art thy vigorous force inspires,
And all the world thy helping hand desires.
Pluto, life’s bane, alone resists thy will,
And ever hates thy all-preserving skill.
O fertile queen, from thee for ever flows
To mortal life from agony repose;
And men without thy all-sustaining ease
Find nothing useful, nothing formed to please.
Without thy aid, not Pluto’s self can thrive,
Nor man to much afflicted age arrive;
For thou alone, of countenance serene,
Dost govern all things, universal queen.
Assist thy mystics with propitious mind,
And far avert disease of every kind.
[“skillfully wrought”] ↩