Being a pleasant new Song of the rites and cere-
monies of Mariage. To the tune of, In the merry Maying time: or
Shall I wrastling in Despaire.
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The Morning.
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AUrora now begins to blush,
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being the ensigne to the day:
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The Nightingale doth sit in bush
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recording of her sweetest lay.
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The Musicke.
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The Morning fairely doth appeare,
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and musick sweet salutes the Bride,
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Being prepared by her Deere,
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who must in Hymens rites be tide.
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[F]aire Phoebus shineth on the hills,
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the woody Qairisters doe sing,
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[An]d every Grove with eccho fills:
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[w]hich to the bride content may bring.
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The Bride-maids.
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[T]he Bride-maids now both fresh & faire,
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[d]oe dresse themselves in neat array,
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[An]d then u[n]to the Bride repaire,
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[t]o trim her up in garments gay.
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The Bridegrome.
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[Th]e Bridegrome like the golden Sunne,
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[?] to his Cinthia doth appeare,
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[? w]ith a traine of Youths doe come
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[?] salutes with gladsome cheere.
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[?]wing of [F]lowers.
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[?]ew the pleasant flowers
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[?] Church must tread:
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[?]hin few bowers,
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[?] mayden-head.
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Birds being fledge will not be staide,
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but will their liberty procure.
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The going to Church.
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The Bridegroome ushers forth his Mate,
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attended by his company:
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His Bride doth follow then in state,
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with Maidens bright as Stars in skie.
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The Bride-boyes.
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Two dainty Boyes the Bride doe lead,
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like to faire Venus gentle Doves,
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Who to the Church doe lightly tread,
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presagin[g] of their happy loves.
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The Mariage.
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Gods s[ac]red Minister doth joyne
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them hand in hand while life doth last:
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And both their hearts in one combine:
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'tis now too late for what is past.
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For better or for worse, 'tis said
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I here doe [t]ake thee for my Wife:
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And then the like doth say the Maid,
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and to obey as during life.
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The Dinner.
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From Church to Dinner then they g[oe]
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whereas the cloath is neatly spread
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The dishes and the cups o're-flow,
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and every one with cheere is fed.
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The Bride like to the Queene of May,
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in midst [of] all is trimly plac'd:
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And musicke fine doth sweetly play
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to have the Nuptiall better grac'd.
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The Second Part. To the same tune.
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The Dauncing.
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THe Dinner ended, then each Youth
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doth take his Mayden by the hand
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[T]o daunce, but they cry, no in sooth,
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and still upon intreats doe stand.
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[M]aids must be woed ere they will yeeld,
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and use deniall modestly:
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[B]ut men at last doe win the field,
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and daunce in measure orderly.
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The Supper.
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[T]he Sun he shorteneth the day,
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to please the Bride he hides his head,
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[An]d divers Guests to Supper stay,
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and bring her at the last to bed.
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[T]he musicke ceast, a Possit then,
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the elder Matrons doe prepare,
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[an]d bring amongst the Maids and Men,
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where every one will have a share.
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The going to bed.
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[T]o bed, to bed then goes the Bride,
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[th]e Maidens now are flocking there,
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[H]er garters quickly are untide,
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and old wives her with counsell cheere.
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[?] being layde, the Bridegroome comes,
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from her he can no longer stay:
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[?]d after him then each one runnes,
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and pulleth all his points away.
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His gentle Bride he then doth kisse,
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she bids him welcome sweetest Gro[ome]
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And then each of them hath their wish,
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not falling out for want of roome.
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Good night to every one they say,
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and they to them the like doe give:
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Each Maid doth wish her wedding day
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and till it comes doth greatly greeve
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Thus leaving them in loving armes,
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what they did doe I cannot tell,
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Who thus were caught in Cupids char[mes]
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but I doe thinke he us'd her well.
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Would I so to my love were joynd,
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with all my heart I wish and pray,
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That nought but death might us unbind
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And thus I end my Wedding day.
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