Cease these false sports, hast away
Love’s made a trewant by your stay
Good night, yet virgin Bride;
But looke ere day be spide
You change that fruitlesse name
Least you your sex defame
Fear not Hymens peaceful war
You’le conquer thogh you subdued are
Good night, and ere the day be old
Rise to the sun a Marigold

Hymen, O Hymen, blesse this night
That Loves darkе workes may come to light