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EPITHALAMIUM

Heavenly faire Urania's Son,
Thou that dwel'st on Hellicon;
Hymen, ô thy brows empale
To the Bride, the Bridegroome hale,
Take thy Saffron Robe, and come
With sweet flowred Marjorum:
Yellow socks of woollen weare,
With a smiling look appeare:
Shrill Epithalamiums sing,
Let this day with pleasure spring:
Nimbly dance the flaming

the Pine

Tree,

Only dedicate to thee.
Take in that fair hand of thine,
Let good Auguries combine,

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For the paire that now are Wed,
Let their joyes be nourished,
Lik a Myrtle, ever green,
Owned by the Cyprian Queen,
Who fosters it with Rosie dew,
Where her Nimphs their Sports pursue.
Leave th' Aonian Cave behind,
(Come, ô come with willing mind)
And the Thespian Rocks, whence drill
Aganippe waters still.
Chastest Virgins, you that are
Either for to make, or marre,
Make the Ayre with Hymen ring,
Hymen, Hymenæus sing.