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That sure she dress'd her lookes when she did rise,
Not in her Glasse, but in her Mother's Eyes.
The jolly Bridegrome stands, as he had t'ane
And led, Love strongly fetter'd in a Chaine:
Forgetting when her Vailes are lay'd aside,
Himselfe, is but a Captive to the Bride.
The Priest now joynes their hands, and hee doth finde
(By mysterie divine,) in both one minde,
Mix'd, and dispers'd; his spirits strait begin
(As they were rap't) to vex, and talke within:
His Temples swett, whilst he stood silent by,
Not as prepar'd to blesse, but prophesie:
What neeeded more? since they must needs possesse,
All he fore-told, though he should never blesse:
And blessing unto such, at most restores,
Or but repeats, what was their Ancestors.
Not in her Glasse, but in her Mother's Eyes.
The jolly Bridegrome stands, as he had t'ane
And led, Love strongly fetter'd in a Chaine:
Forgetting when her Vailes are lay'd aside,
Himselfe, is but a Captive to the Bride.
The Priest now joynes their hands, and hee doth finde
(By mysterie divine,) in both one minde,
Mix'd, and dispers'd; his spirits strait begin
(As they were rap't) to vex, and talke within:
His Temples swett, whilst he stood silent by,
Not as prepar'd to blesse, but prophesie:
What neeeded more? since they must needs possesse,
All he fore-told, though he should never blesse:
And blessing unto such, at most restores,
Or but repeats, what was their Ancestors.
Prologue.
