Come, greet ye Hymen, greet Hymen with songs of pride: Sing to him loud and long, Cry, cry, when the song Faileth, for joy of the bride!

Now will we consecrate our ready supper To honourd Hymen as his nuptiall rite; In forme whereof first daunce, faire Lords and Ladies, And after sing, so we will sing, and daunce,

Now Hymen at the altar stands, And while he joins their faithful hands, Behold!

Eros, and Anteros, on either side, One fired the bridegroom, and one warm'd the bride; And long-attending Hymen from above, Shower'd on the bed the whole Idalian grove. All of a tenor was their after-life, No day discolour'd with domestic strife; No jealousy, but mutual truth believed, 1150 Secure repose, and kindness undeceived.