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Now, now the ioyfull mariage day drawes on;
The Bride is busie, and the Bridegroome's gone
To call his fellow Princes to the feast;
The Girland's made; The bridall chamber's drest;
The Muses haue consulted with the Graces,
To crowne the day, and honour their embraces
With shadow'd Epithalmes: Their warbling tongues
Are perfect in their new made Lyrick songs;
Hymen begins to grumble at delay,
And Bacchus laughs to think vpon the day;
The virgin tapors, and what other rights
Doe appertaine to Nuptiall delights,
Are all prepar'd, whereby may be exprest
The ioyfull triumph of this mariage feast.
The Bride is busie, and the Bridegroome's gone
To call his fellow Princes to the feast;
The Girland's made; The bridall chamber's drest;
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To crowne the day, and honour their embraces
With shadow'd Epithalmes: Their warbling tongues
Are perfect in their new made Lyrick songs;
Hymen begins to grumble at delay,
And Bacchus laughs to think vpon the day;
The virgin tapors, and what other rights
Doe appertaine to Nuptiall delights,
Are all prepar'd, whereby may be exprest
The ioyfull triumph of this mariage feast.
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