I am not come for your welcome, I expect none; I bring no joyes to blesse the bed withal; Nor songs, nor Masques to glorifie the Nuptials, I bring an angrie mind to see your folly, A sharp one too, to reprehend you for it.

The same wisht day (my Lord) you heere arriv'd I bad Lord Hardenbergh commaund two horse Should privately be brought for me and him, To meete you on the waye for honours sake And to expresse my joye of your repaire:

Madame, in admiration of your Grace And princelie wisedom, and to gratifie The long wisht joye done to my Lord the Duke, I here present your highnesse with this cup, Wrought admirablie by th' art of Spirits, Of substance faire, more rich then earthly Jemmes,

suspecting still 'Tis eyther too too sweete to take effect Or (in th'effect) must meete with some harshe chaunce To intervent the joye of the successe.

I shall leave her joyes without any bound to entertaine me if I first beat this foolish rivall of mine and present her with his sword.

You doe but counterfeit to mocke my joyes.

Let them partake your joyes and weep with you, Curle not the snarles that dwell upon these browes.

I cannot rellish joyes that are enforst; For, were I shut in Paradice it selfe, I should as from a prison strive t'escape.

Let me first fall Before your feet, and on them pay the duty I owe your goodness; next all blessings to you, And Heaven restore the joyes I have bereft you, With full increase hereafter, living be The Goddess stil'd of Hospitalitie.

In a lighter vein the following variation on the theme of fading beauty by Corisca also does justice to its original: Let us use it whilst wee may; Snatch those joyes that haste away.