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His Mat i e being set at Dinner, A Song was sung: A Dialogue betweene the Passions, Doubt and Love.
Dovet.
What softer sounds are these salute the Eare
From the large Circle, of the Hemispheare,
As if the Center of all sweets met here!

Love.
It is the breath, and Soule of every thing,
Put forth by Earth, by Nature, and the Spring,
To speake the Welcome, Welcome of the King.

Chorvs.
Of Affections, Joy. Delight, &c.
The joy of plants. The spirit of flowers,
The smell, and verdure of the bowers,
The waters murmure; with the showers
Distilling on the new-fresh howers:
The whistling winds, and birds, that sing
The Welcome of our great, good King.
Welcome, O Welcome, is the generall voyce,
Wherein all Creatures practize to rejoyce.

The second Straine.
Love.
When was old Sherewood's head more quaintly curl'd?
Or look'd the Earth more greene upon the world?
Or Natures Cradle more inchas'd, and purl'd?
When did the Aire so smile, the Winds so chime?
As Quiristers of Season, and the Prime!

Dou.
If what they doe, be done in their due time.

Chorvs.
Hee makes the time for whom 't is done,
From whom the warmth, heat, life, begun,
Into whose fostring armes doe run
All that have being from the Sun.
Such is the fount of light, the King,
The heart, that quickens ev'ry thing,
And makes the Creatures language all one voyce;
In Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, to rejoyce:
Welcome is all our Song, is all our sound,
The Treble part, the Tenor, and the Ground.