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Scene the Temple of Love.
Cupid is seen lying in his Mothers Lap.
Cupid.
Appear , old Hymen, from thy Cell,
Where unspotted Pleasures dwell;
Where thy Torch with Beauteous light
Triumphs o're the shades of night.
Come, at Cupid's dread command,
Joyn these happy Lovers hand:
Let 'em be for ever joyn'd,
He be constant, she be kind.

Brisk Musick, while Hymen comes forward.
Hymen.
Love they say is my God, tho to tell you the truth,
I think he's at best but a slippery youth.
He bids me come to you, ye wonder I came
No sooner; why as I grow old I grow lame;
By which it falls out, as mayhap it does here,
I oft come a day or two after the Fair.

Priest of Love.
Hymen joyns you, happy pair,
Taste the sweets of harmless pleasure.
Joys which you've no need to fear,
Without guilt, and without measure.
Love has blest thee, happy Swain,
Go possess his richest Treasure,
Happy Maid you blush in vain,
Duty now is joyn'd with Pleasure.
Three Pr. of Love
To Love we'll lasting homage pay
For the high blessings of this day;
New Altars to his name we'll raise,
And ev'ry Tongue shall speak his praise,
And ev'ry Heart his pow'r adore,
For none can hurt or bless us more.

Votary.
The Hero his Lawrels to Love shall resign,
The Courtier his Pride, and the Toper his Wine;
The Saint his Devotion, the Virgin her Vow,
All states and conditions, the high and the low.
All Ages and Sexes to Cupid shall bow.

Chorus.
The Saint his Devotion, &c.

Grand Chorus.
Raise you Notes, and lift 'em high,
Love's Immortal Praises sing,
O're the Valley let 'em ring,
For Musick charms the pow'rs above amidst their mighty joy.