Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

On the Mariage of T. K. and C. C. the morning stormie.

SVch should this day be, so the Sun should hide His bashfull face, & let the conquering Bride Without a Rivall shine, whilst He forbeares To mingle his unequall beames with hers; Or if sometimes he glance his squinting eye Between the parting clouds, 'tis but to spy, Not emulate her glories, so comes drest In veyles, but as a Masquer to the feast. Thus heaven should lowr, such stormy gusts should blow, Not to denounce ungentle Fates, but show The cheerfull Bridegroom to the clouds and wind, Hath all his teares, and all his sighes assign'd. Let Tempests struggle in the Ayr, but rest Eternall calmes within thy peacefull brest.

Thrice happy Youth; but ever sacrifice To that fayr hand that dry'd thy blubbred eyes, That crownd thy head with Roses, and turn'd all The plagues of love into a cordiall, When first it joyn'd her Virgin snow to thine, Which when to day the Priest shall recombine, From the mysterious holy touch such charmes Will flow, as shall unlock her wreathed armes, And open a free passage to that fruit Which thou hast toyld for with a long pursute. But ere thou feed, that thou mayst better taste Thy present joyes, think on thy torments past. Think on the mercy freed thee, think upon Her vertues, graces, beauties, one by one, So shalt thou relish all, enjoy the whole Delights of her fair body, and pure soul; Then boldly to the fight of Love proceed, 'Tis mercy not to pitty though she bleed, Wee'l strew no nuts, but change that ancient form, For till to morrow wee'l prorogue this storm. Which shall confound with its loud whistling noyse Her pleasing shreeks, and fan thy panting joyes.