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,