Classic Poem

Breath you now, while Io Hymen
To the Bride we sing:
O how many joyes, and honors,
From this match will spring!
Ever firme the league will prove,
Where only goodnesse causeth love.
Some for profit seeke
What their fancies most disleeke:
These love for vertues sake alone:
Beautie and youth unite them both in one.

CHORUS.

Live with thy Bridegroome happy, sacred Bride;
How blest is he that is for love envi'd.

The Maskers second dance .

Breath againe, while we with musicke
Fill the emptie space:
O but do not in your dances
Your selves only grace.
Ev'ry one fetch out your Pheare ,
Whom chiefely you will honor heere.
Sights most pleasure breed,
When their numbers most exceed:
Chuse then, for choice to all is free;
Taken or left, none discontent must bee.
CHORUS

Now in thy Revels frolicke-faire delight,
To heap Joy on this ever honored night.