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I	A
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Now now's the time so oft by truth	B
Promis'd should come to crown your youth	B
Then fair ones do not wrong	C
Your joys by staying long	C
Or let love's fire go out	D
By lingering thus in doubt	D
But learn that time once lost	E
Is ne'er redeem'd by cost	F
Then away come Hymen guide	G
To the bed the bashful bride	G
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II	A
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Is it sweet maid your fault these holy	H
Bridal rites go on so slowly	H
Dear is it this you dread	I
The loss of maidenhead	I
Believe me you will most	I
Esteem it when 'tis lost	I
Then it no longer keep	J
Lest issue lie asleep	J
Then away come Hymen guide	I
To the bed the bashful bride	I
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III	A
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These precious pearly purling tears	K
But spring from ceremonious fears	L
And 'tis but native shame	M
That hides the loving flame	M
And may a while control	N
The soft and am'rous soul	N
But yet love's fire will waste	I
Such bashfulness at last	I
Then away come Hymen guide	I
To the bed the bashful bride	I
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IV	O
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Night now hath watch'd herself half blind	I
Yet not a maidenhead resign'd	I
'Tis strange ye will not fly	A
To love's sweet mystery	H
Might yon full moon the sweets	P
Have promised to your sheets	P
She soon would leave her sphere	Q
To be admitted there	R
Then away come Hymen guide	I
To the bed the bashful bride	I
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V	H
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On on devoutly make no stay	I
While Domiduca leads the way	I
And Genius who attends	S
The bed for lucky ends	S
With Juno goes the Hours	T
And Graces strewing flowers	T
And the boys with sweet tunes sing	U
Hymen O Hymen bring	U
Home the turtles Hymen guide	I
To the bed the bashful bride	I
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VI	A
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Behold how Hymen's taper light	I
Shows you how much is spent of night	I
See see the bridegroom's torch	V
Half wasted in the porch	V
And now those tapers five	O
That show the womb shall thrive	O
Their silv'ry flames advance	W
To tell all prosp'rous chance	W
Still shall crown the happy life	O
Of the goodman and the wife	O
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VII	O
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Move forward then your rosy feet	I
And make whate'er they touch turn sweet	I
May all like flowery meads	X
Smell where your soft foot treads	Y
And everything assume	Z
To it the like perfume	Z
As Zephyrus when he 'spires	Y
Through woodbine and sweetbriars	Y
Then away come Hymen guide	I
To the bed the bashful bride	I
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VIII	O
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And now the yellow veil at last	I
Over her fragrant cheek is cast	I
Now seems she to express	Y
A bashful willingness	Y
Showing a heart consenting	U
As with a will repenting	U
Then gently lead her on	A2
With wise suspicion	B2
For that matrons say a measure	C2
Of that passion sweetens pleasure	C2
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IX	Y
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You you that be of her nearest kin	D2
Now o'er the threshold force her in	D2
But to avert the worst	I
Let her her fillets first	I
Knit to the posts this point	I
Remembering to anoint	I
The sides for 'tis a charm	E2
Strong against future harm	E2
And the evil deads the which	F2
There was hidden by the witch	F2
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X	Y
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O Venus thou to whom is known	G2
The best way how to loose the zone	G2
Of virgins tell the maid	I
She need not be afraid	I
And bid the youth apply	A
Close kisses if she cry	A
And charge he not forbears	Y
Her though she woo with tears	Y
Tell them now they must adventure	C2
Since that love and night bid enter	C2
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XI	Y
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No fatal owl the bedstead keeps	Y
With direful notes to fright your sleeps	Y
No furies here about	I
To put the tapers out	I
Watch or did make the bed	I
'Tis omen full of dread	I
But all fair signs appear	Q
Within the chamber here	H2
Juno here far off doth stand	I
Cooling sleep with charming wand	I
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XII	Y
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Virgins weep not 'twill come when	I2
As she so you'll be ripe for men	I2
Then grieve her not with saying	U
She must no more a maying	U
Or by rosebuds divine	J2
Who'll be her valentine	J2
Nor name those wanton reaks	Y
You've had at barley breaks	Y
But now kiss her and thus say	Y
Take time lady while ye may	Y
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XIII	Y
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Now bar the doors the bridegroom puts	Y
The eager boys to gather nuts	Y
And now both love and time	K2
To their full height do climb	K2
Oh give them active heat	I
And moisture both complete	I
Fit organs for increase	Y
To keep and to release	Y
That which may the honour'd stem	L2
Circle with a diadem	L2
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XIV	O
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And now behold the bed or couch	M2
That ne'er knew bride's or bridegroom's touch	N2
Feels in itself a fire	C2
And tickled with desire	C2
Pants with a downy breast	I
As with a heart possesst	I
Shrugging as it did move	O
Ev'n with the soul of love	O
And oh had it but a tongue	U
Doves 'twould say ye bill too long	U
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XV	O
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O enter then but see ye shun	B2
A sleep until the act be done	B2
Let kisses in their close	Y
Breathe as the damask rose	Y
Or sweet as is that gum	O2
Doth from Panchaia come	O2
Teach nature now to know	P2
Lips can make cherries grow	P2
Sooner than she ever yet	I
In her wisdom could beget	I
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XVI	O
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On your minutes hours days months years	Y
Drop the fat blessing of the spheres	Y
That good which heav'n can give	O
To make you bravely live	O
Fall like a spangling dew	I
By day and night on you	I
May fortune's lily hand	I
Open at your command	I
With all lucky birds to side	I
With the bridegroom and the bride	I
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XVII	O
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Let bounteous Fate s your spindles full	Q2
Fill and wind up with whitest wool	Q2
Let them not cut the thread	I
Of life until ye bid	I
May death yet come at last	I
And not with desp'rate haste	I
But when ye both can say	Y
Come let us now away	Y
Be ye to the barn then borne	R2
Two like two ripe shocks of corn	R2