The Masque at Lord Hay's Marriage (Apollo's Knights) · chunk 1 of 5
Campion, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [Jan 6] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 443 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Now hath Flora robbed her bowers To befriend this place with flowers; Strow about, strow about, The Sky rained never kindlier Showers. Flowers with Bridals well agree, Fresh as Brides, and Bridegrooms be, Strow about, strow about, And mix them with fit melody. Earth hath no Princelier flowers Than Roses white, and Roses red, But they must still be mingled. And as a Rose new plucked from Venus' thorn So doth a Bride her Bride grooms bed adorn. divers divers Flowers affect For some private dear respect, Strow about, strew about, Let every one his own protect. But he's none of Flora's friend That will not the Rose commend. strew about, strew about, Let Princes Princely flowers defend. Roses the Gardens pride, Are flowers for love, and flowers for Kings, In courts desired, and Weddings. And as a Rose in Venus' bosom worn, So doth a Bridegroom his Bride's bed adorn. FLowers and good wishes Flora doth present, Sweet flowers, the ceremonious ornament Of maiden marriage, Beauty figuring, And blooming youth, which though we careless fling About this sacred place, let none profane Think that these fruits from common hills are ta'en, Or Vulgar valleys which do subject lie To winter's wrath, and cold mortality. But these are hallowed and immortal flowers With Flora's hands gathered from Flora's bowers. Such are her presents, endless, as her love, And such for ever may this night's joy prove. FOr ever endless may this night's joy prove, So echoes Zephyrus the friend of love. Whose aid Venus implores when she doth bring Into the naked world the green leafed spring. When of the suns warm beams the Nets we weave That can the stubbornest heart with love deceive. That Queen of beauty, and desire by me Breathes gently forth this Bridal prophecy. Faithful and fruitful shall these Bedmates prove, Blessed in their fortunes, honoured in their love. ALL grace this night, & Siluans so must you, Offering your marriage song with changes new WHO is the happier of the two, A maid, or wife? Which is more to be desired Peace or strife? What strife can be where two are one, Or what delight to pine alone? None such true friends, none so sweet life, As that between the man and wife. A maid is free, a wife is tied. No maid but fain would be a Bride. Why live so many single then. 'tis not I hope for want of men? The bow and arrow both may fit, And yet 'tis hard the mark to hit. He levels fair that by his side Lays at night his lovely Bride. Sing Io: Hymen, Io: Io: Hymen.
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Now hath Flora rob'd her bowers To befrend this place with flowers; Strowe aboute, strowe aboute, The Skye rayn'd neuer kindlyer Showers. Flowers with Bridalls well agree, Fresh as Brides, and Bridgromes be, Strowe aboute, strowe aboute, And mixe them with fit melodie. Earth hath no Princelier flowers Then Roses white, and Roses red, But they must still be mingled. And as a Rose new pluckt from Venus thorne So doth a Bride her Bride groomes bed adorne. Diuers diuers Flowers affect For some priuate deare respect, Strowe about, strow about, Let euery one his owne protect. But hees none of Floras friend That will not the Rose commend. Strow about, strow about, Let Princes Princely flowers defend. Roses the Gardens pride, Are flowers for loue, and flowers for Kinges, In courts desir'd, and Weddings. And as a Rose in Venus bosome worne, So doth a Bridegroome his Brides bed adorne. FLowers and good wishes Flora doth present, Sweete flowers, the ceremonious ornament Of maiden mariage, Beautie figuring, And blooming youth, which though we careles fling About this sacred place, let none prophane Thinke that these fruits from common hils are tane, Or Vulgar vallies which do subiect lie To winters wrath, and cold mortalitie. But these are hallowed and immortall flowers With Floras hands gather'd from Floras bowres. Such are her presents, endles, as her loue, And such for euer may this nights ioy proue. FOr euer endles may this nights ioy proue, So eccocs Zephyrus the friend of loue. Whose aide Venus implores when she doth bring Into the naked world the greene leau'd spring. When of the Sunnes warme beames the Nets we weaue That can the stubborn'st heart with loue deceiue. That Queene of beauty, and desire by me Breaths gently forth this Bridall prophecie. Faithfull and fruitfull shall these Bedmates proue, Blest in their fortunes, honoured in their loue. ALL grace this night, & Siluans so must you, Offring your mariage song with chāges new WHO is the happier of the two, A maide, or wife? Which is more to be desired Peace or strife? What strife can be where two are one, Or what delight to pine alone? None such true freendes, none so sweet life, As that betweene the man and wife. A maide is free, a wife is tyed. No maide but faine would be a Bride. Why liue so many single then. Tis not I hope for want of men? The bow and arrow both may fit, And yet tis hard the marke to hit. He leuels faire that by his side Laies at night his louely Bride. Sing Io: Hymen, Io: Io: Hymen.