Classic Poem

Ioyne, mates, in mirth to me,
Graunt pleasure to our meeting;
Let Pan, our good God, see
How gratefull is our greeting.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Ye hymnes and singing skill,
Of God Apolloe's giuing,
Be prest our reedes to fill
With sound of musicke liuing,
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Sweete Orpheus' harpe, whose sound
The stedfast mountaynes moued,
Let heere thy skill abound,
To ioyne sweet friends beloued.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

My two and I be met,
A happy blessed trinitie,
As three most ioyntly set
In firmest band of vnitie.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Welcome my two to me,
The number best beloued;
Within my heart you be
In friendship vnremoued.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Giue leave your flockes to range,
Let vs the while be playing:
Within the elmy grange
Your flockes will not be straying.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Cause all the mirth you can,
Since I am now come hether,
Who neuer ioy but when
I am with you together.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Like Louers do their loue,
So ioy I in you seeing,
Let nothing mee remoue
From alwayes with you beeing.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

And as the turtle-doue
To mate with whom he liueth,
Such comfort fervent loue
Of you to my heart giueth.
Ioyne hearts and hands, so let it be;
Make but one minde in bodies three.

Now ioynèd be our hands,
Let them be ne'r a sunder,
But linkt in binding bands
By metamorphoz'd wonder.
So should our seuer'd bodies three
As one for euer ioynèd be.