NOW is the Time the Origin of Light,
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Doth equally divide our Day from Night.
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When the Musicians of the Air do sing
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Melodious Notes to welcome in the Spring
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When each of them do choose their proper Mate,
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And Bill, and Hugg, and closly Copulate,
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More through the Force of Love than Phoebus Heat,
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This is the time when Hymen choos'd to join
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This Worthy pair, and to make one of twain;
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They're both descended of an Ancient Race
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Which a long train of Noble Worthies Grace,
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Both in the Flower of Age, and Venus Spring,
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Are equally adorn'd in every thing;
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He is a stately Personage and fair,
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Endeu'd with each Accomplishment that's Rare,
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Of nature, or Refined Literature,
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Her very name insinuats her praise,
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She is a Pearl indeed, and of great Price
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She's Frugal, Chast, and Beautious and Wise,
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Like the Wise Merchant in the Gospel Hee
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Hath found the Pearl and hid Treasurie,
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Which in true Computation is far more
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Then all the Riches on the Eastern shoor,
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And in Requital doth himself Bequeath,
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A greater prise then either India hath;
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The Conquest's Equal, Equal is the prise,
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The acquisition's a sweet Paradise
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On either side, it doth surpass my Skill
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T'express the pleasure that they both shall feel,
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When he and she in Hymens name shall bow,
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And pay to each the duty that they owe.
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