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To make relation of each quaint Deuise,
That Art presented their vnwearied eyes;
The nature of their mirth, of their discourse;
The dainties of the first, the second course;
The secret glances of the Bridegroomes eye
On his faire Bride; how oft she blusht, and why;
Were but to robbe the Bridegroome of his right,
Who counts each houre a Summers day, till night.
Me thinke it grieues me, that my pen should wrong
Poore Louers disappointed hopes so long;
And it repents me so, that oftentimes,
Me thinkes, I could be angry with my Rimes,
And for the cruell sins, that they commit,
In being tedious; some I wish vnwrit.
Let it suffice, what glory, what delight,
What state; or, what to please the appetite,
The eye, the eare, the fancy. In a word,
What ioy so short a season could afford
To well prepared hearts, was here exprest
In this our Nuptiall, this our princely feast.
That Art presented their vnwearied eyes;
The nature of their mirth, of their discourse;
The dainties of the first, the second course;
The secret glances of the Bridegroomes eye
On his faire Bride; how oft she blusht, and why;
Were but to robbe the Bridegroome of his right,
Who counts each houre a Summers day, till night.
Me thinke it grieues me, that my pen should wrong
Poore Louers disappointed hopes so long;
And it repents me so, that oftentimes,
Me thinkes, I could be angry with my Rimes,
And for the cruell sins, that they commit,
In being tedious; some I wish vnwrit.
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What state; or, what to please the appetite,
The eye, the eare, the fancy. In a word,
What ioy so short a season could afford
To well prepared hearts, was here exprest
In this our Nuptiall, this our princely feast.
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