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| HEAVENLY fair Urania’s son, | |
| Thou that dwell’st on Helicon, | |
| Hymen, O thy brows impale, | |
| To the bride the bridegroom hale | |
| Take thy saffron robe and come | 5 |
| With sweet-flowered marjoram; | |
| Yellow socks of woollen wear, | |
| With a smiling look appear; | |
| Shrill Epithalamiums sing, | |
| Let this day with pleasure spring; | 10 |
| Nimbly dance; the flaming tree, | |
| Take in that fair hand of thine. | |
| Let good auguries combine | |
| For the pair that now are wed; | |
| Let their joys be nourishèd | 15 |
| Like a myrtle, ever green, | |
| Ownèd by the Cyprian queen, | |
| Who fosters it with rosy dew, | |
| Where her nymphs their sport pursue. | |
| Leave th’ Aonian cave behind | 20 |
| (Come, O come with willing mind!) | |
| And the Thespian rocks, whence drill | |
| Aganippe waters still. | |
| Chastest virgins, you that are | |
| Either for to make or mar, | 25 |
| Make the air with Hymen ring, | |
| Hymen, Hymenæus sing! | |
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