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 THOMAS HEYWOOD

You pretty elves, among yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow!

To give my Love good-morrow! Sing, birds, in every furrow!

��JOHN FLETCHER 2/5 Bridal Song

/CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee V> We obey.

Joy to this great company'

And no day Come to steal this night away

Till the rites of love arc ended, And the lusty bridegroom say,

Welcome, light, of all befriended'

Pace out, you watery powers below;

Let your feet, Like the galleys when they row,

Even beat;

Let your unknown measures, set To the still winds, tell to all That gods are come, immortal, great, To honour this great nuptial'

216 Aspatia's Song

Y a garland on my herse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say, I died true.

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