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Carew, Thomas (1595?-1639?)

An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady Ann Wentworth, and the Lord Lovelace.

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Break not the slumbers of the Bride,
But let the Sun in Triumph ride,
Scattering his beamy light,

When she awakes, he shall resigne
His rayes: And she alone shall shine
in glory all the night.

For she till day return must keep
An Amorous Vigill, and not steep
Her fayr eyes in the dew of sleep.

Yet gently whisper as she lies,
And say her Lord waits her uprise,
The Priests at the Altar stay.

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With Flowry wreathes the Virgin crew
Attend while some with roses strew,
And Mirtles trim the way.

Now to the Temple, and the Priest,
See her convaid, thence to the Feast;
Then back to bed, though not to rest.

For now to crown his faith and truth,
Wee must admit the noble youth
To revell in Loves sphere.

To rule as chiefe Intelligence
That Orb, and happy time dispence
To wretched Lovers here.

For there exalted farre above,
All hope, fear, change, or they to move
The wheel that spins the fates of Love.

They know no night, nor glaring noon
Measure no houres of Sunn or Moon,
Nor mark time's restless Glass.

Their kisses measure as they flow,
Minutes, and there embraces show
The hower's as they pass.

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Their Motions, the yeares circle make,
And we from their conjunctions take,
Rules to make Love an Almanack.