Classic Poem

Epithallamium] in Nup[ti]as Sororu[m] uno eodemque tempore celebratas Westmon[asteri]œ

Sithence 'tis the time when all alive
Their Soules unto each other guive
And evry things inspird by thee
Cupid: and seekes an unety
 O let sweet Hymen thus-
 Far, seeme propitious
Noe longer now for to despise
These Lares offering
But in a double sacrifize
A full requitall't bring.

'Tis done, 'tis done; see wher they pass
Each others eye's a looking glass
Wherin, this rarety is wrought
That Turtles two, and two, are brought
 At once before thy Shrine,
 Great Bishop Valentine.
Wher having payd their vowes, and praires;
 The business is don.
And, though they thither, came in paires,
 Each Couple's, turnd to one.