Yet bridegroom (So may Godhead deignHelp me!) nowise in humbler wayArt fair, nor Venus shall disdainThy charms, but look! how wanes the day:Forward, nor loiter more!No longer loitering makest thou,Now comest thou. May Venus goodAid thee when frankly takest thouThy wishes won, nor true Love woo'dThou carest to conceal.Of Afric's wolds and wilds each grain,Or constellations glistening,First reckon he that of the twainTo count alone were fain to bringThe many thousand joys.Play as ye please: soon prove ye deftAt babying babes,—'twere ill design'dA name thus ancient should be leftHeirless, but issue like of kindEngendered aye should be.A wee Torquaitus fain I'd seeEncradled on his mother's breastPut forth his tender puds while heSmiles to his sire with sweetest gestAnd liplets half apart.Let son like father's semblance show(Manlius!) so with easy guessAll know him where his sire they know,And still his face and form expressHis mother's honest love.Approve shall fair approof his birthFrom mother's seed-stock generous,As rarest fame of mother's worthUnique exalts TelemachusPenelope's own son.Fast close the door-leaves, virgin band:Enow we've played. But ye the fairNew-wedded twain live happy, andFunctions of lusty married pairExercise sans surcease.

Nuptial Song By Youths And DamselsEpithalamium

YouthsVesper is here, O youths, rise all; for Vesper OlympusScales and in fine enfires what lights so long were expected!Time 'tis now to arise, now leave we tables rich laden,Now shall the Virgin come; now chaunt we the Hymenaeus.Hymen O Hymenaeus: Hymen here, O Hymenaeus!