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EPITHAL.
At Mr. W. B. His Wedding.
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All that happy is betide,Both the Bridegroom and the Bride;
May their Dayes be all of bliss,
Each, as full of Joy as this.
And when the Cake and Posset come,
With summons to Elisium.
The God of Love convey them to their rest,
On Joves soft Pillow, Leda's downy breast.
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Health, and Wealth, and what can beAdded to Felicity,
Wait upon the Noble pair,
Such our wish is, such our pray'r.
Be fruitful as the Womb of Day,
And live an everlasting May.
Untill at length Your mutual glowings move
An emulation in the Gods above.
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If there be a Joy yet new,Such as Lovers never knew,
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Crown this welcom, wisht for day.
And, may ye double all the sweets,
Were ever found in Nuptial sheets.
But hold! I fear we part Loves pair too long,
And make them sell their pleasure for a Song.
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