Ambrosial

So saying, she turned, and all refulgent showed / her roseate neck, and heavenly fragrance sweet / was breathed from her ambrosial hair. Down flowed / her loosened raiment, streaming to her feet, / and by her walk the Goddess shone complete.

And whilst he slept she [Venus] over him would spred / Her mantle, colour’d like the starry skyes, / And her soft arme lay underneath his hed, / And with ambrosiall kisses bathe his eyes [...]

Thy Chamber vvith Ambroſiall odors breatheth, / Nevv loues and true loues vnto them that entreateth, / And furious Mars made milde his Faulcheon ſheatheth / At thy delicious aſpect: […]

VVhile thus she spake, / She touched his eye-lashes with libant lip / And breath'd ambrosial odours; […]

[T]his young hero, rising from his bed, proceeded to decorate his beautiful person, and shave his ambrosial chin […]

By your cheek of vermil hue, / By your lip’s ambrosial dew, / By your soft and languid eye, / By your swelling bosom’s sigh, / You taught me love.