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 Of his Chamber in the eat. Meane while welcome Joy, and Feat, Midnight hout, and revelrie, Tipie dance, and Jollitie. Braid your Locks with roie Twine, Dropping odours, dropping Wine. Rigor now is gone to bed, And Advice with crupulous head, Strict Age, and owre Severitie With their graue Sawes in lumber lie. We that are of purer fire, Immitate the tarrie quire, Who in their nightly watchfull Spheares, Lead in wift round the Months and Yeares. The Sounds, and Seas with all their finnie drove, Now to the Moone in wavering Morrice move, And on the tawny ands and helves, Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves; By dimpled Brooke, and Fountaine brim, The Wood-nymphs deckt with daiiestrim, Their merry wakes, and patimes keepe, What hath night to doe with leepe? Night hath better weets to prove, Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come let us our rights begin 'Tis onely day-light that makes Sin Which thee dun hades will ne're report. Hail Goddee of Nocturnall port Dark-vaild Cotytto, t'whom the ecret flame Of mid night Torches burnes; myterious Dame That ne're at call'd, but when the Dragon woome Of Stygian darknee pets her thicket gloome Rh