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BRIDE.

Sonet. XXIII.

VVhen time shall ripen these her greene desires,
And holy Love shal breathe her heav'nly fires
Into her Virgin brest, her heart shall be
As true to love, as I am true to thee:
O, when thy boundlesse bountie shall conjoyne
Her equall-glorious Majesty, with mine,
My ioyes are perfect, then, in sacred bands
Wedlocke shall couple our espoused hands.