Classic Poem

1.

A MYNTAS come away.
The daystar climbs his loftie seate.
October is in mydst of May
And Autumne clad in Vernall heate,
The sunn the skie, the trees are seene
In Lustie redd, & blew, & greene,
Tis Dians chase, & Iunoes pride
The Graces Grace, & Nymphs delight
To wayte vpon thy spotlesse bride
While Hymens flame & robe are cleare & bright.

2.

Faire Phillis, happie Mayde
T'is such a Cupid bidds thee rise
As is both wise, & staied,
Hae's lost his wings, & gaynd his eyes.
No Courtly Fawne, or Satyre rude,
Seeks to defile, or to delude,
Amydst thy blushes boldly tast
Ripe Ioyes of Loue, & pure delight
A match of mynds; two Soules embrac't
While Hymens flame, & robe are pure & bright.

3.

Not all hir white & redd,
Fresh youth, & spring of princely blood,
Mou'd him to trie the Bridall bedd
Nor what the Bore calls store of good
Nor was his knighthood, shape, or Land,
Hir motiue to this holy band,
Playne faith & truth, & Loue well tried,
Wrought vp this knott so firme & right.
Such may they evermore abyde
While Hymens flame & robe are pure & bright.