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A Marriage Trivmphe Solemnized in an Epithalamivm

In Memorie of the happie Nuptials betwixt the High and Mightie Prince Count Palatine. And the most Excellent Princesse the Lady Elizabeth. Written by Thomas Heywood

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The Epithilamion.
 
 

The Epithilamion.

You fairest of your sexes how shall we
Stile you, that seeme on earth to be diuine,
Vnlesse the Musicall Apollo hee,
And shee the fairest of the Muses nine,
Not Daphne turn'd into a Lawrel-tree
So bright could bee
So faire, so free
Not Ariadne crown'd so cleere can shine.


Can Venus yoaked Swannes so white appeare?
Or halfe so louely when you two embrace?
Are not his parts admired euery where,
His sweete proportion, feature, shape, and face?
Or like her Iris in her arched Spheare,
Or Hebe cleere
To Iuno neere?
To match this Lady in her comely grace.
VVhy should we these to Venus Doues compare,
Since in blancht whitenes, they their plumes exceed,
Or to the Alpine Mountaines, when they are
Cloth'd in Snow, since monstrous beasts they breed
VVhy should we to white marble pillers dare
Set two so faire
In all things rare,
Since saue disgrace comparisons nought breed.
Vnto your selues, your selues, then we must say,
VVe onely may compare: Heauen, Sea nor Earth
Can parralell the vertues euery way;
Your names, your stiles, your honors, and your birth
On to the Temple then, why do we stay?
Vse no delay,
Loose no more day,
By this blest vnion adde vnto our mirth.


Charis that strewes faire Venus Couch with flowers
Ioyne with the other graces to attend you,
The Muses and their Influence to your dowres,
Angels and Cherubs from all ills defend you,
The Gods into your laps raigne plenteous showres,
All heauenly powers
Adde to your howers,
Heauens graces, & earths guifts that may commend you.
Minerua, that of Chastity hath care,
And Iuno that of marriage takes regard,
The happy fortunes of these two prepare,
And let from them no comforts be debar'd,
Blesse them with Issue, and a Royall Heyre,
Lucina faire,
Let one so rare
In all her future thro's be gently hard.
Proue thou faire fortune in thy bounties free
Be all the happiest Seasons hence-forth showne
Temperate and calme, and full of mirthfull glee,
All ioyes and comforts challenge as your owne,
VVhat grace and good wee can but wish to bee,
May You and Shee
As heauens agree.
Inioy in your most happy prosperous Crowne,


So shall the Swaynes and Nymphs choice presents bring,
VVith yeerely offering to this sacred shrine
So shall our Annuall festiues praise the Spring,
In which, two plants of such great hope combine,
For euer this bright day eternizing,
Timbrels shall ring
VVhilst we still sing
O Hymen, Hymen, be thou still diuine.