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

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Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...
Author
Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?
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London :: Printed for H.M., and are to be sold by J. Martin ...,
1651.
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"Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A34171.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.

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Page 88

An Hymeneall Dialogue. Bride and Groome

GRoom.
Tell me (my Love) since Hymen ty'd The holy knot, hast thou not felt A new infused spirit slide Into thy brest, whilst thine did melt?
Bride.
First tell me (Sweet) whose words were those? For though the voyce your ayr did break, Yet did my soul the sense compose, And through your lips my heart did speak.
Groo.
Then I preceive, when from the flame Of love, my scorch'd soul did retire, Your frozen heart in her place came, And sweetly melted in that fire.
Bride.
'Tis true, for when that mutuall change Of souls, was made with equall gain, I straight might feel diffus'd a strange, But gentle heat through every vein.
Chorus.
Oh blest dis-union, that doth so Our bodies from our souls divide,

Page 89

As two doe one, and one four grow, Each by contraction multiply'd.
Bride.
Thy bosome then I'l make my nest, Since there my willing soul doth pearch.
Groom.
And for my heart in thy chaste brest, I'l make an everlasting search.
Chorus.
Oh blest dis-union, &c.
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