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Epithalamium. To his Noble Friend, Mr. I. W.
ADorn the Altar, many come to day
To sacrifice:
But first upon't let me presume to lay
My grain of Spice;
'Tis all I have, though others bring
Rich gifts, mine is the offering.
Live one in heart so long, till time forget
You have been two,
Upon your bosomes, Joyes more frequent sit
Then Pearls of dew
On the green check of earth, but may
No Sun kisse one of these away.
Plenty your Tables, chast desires still meet
To crown your beds;
And may the Bridegroom the first night beget
New Maidenheads.
I could say more, but Verse ir tyed,
Wild Joyes in Prose are best supply'd.