While dancing rests, fit place to musicke graunting

While dancing rests, fit place to musicke graunting,
Good spels the Fates shall breath, al envy daunting,
Kind eares with Joy enchaunting, chaunting.
CHORUS.
Io, Io Hymen .

Like lookes, like hearts, like loves are linck't together:
So must the Fates be pleas'd, so come they hether,
To make this Joy persever ever.
CHORUS.
Io, Io Hymen .

Love decks the spring, her buds to th' ayre exposing:
Such fire here in these bridall Breasts reposing
We leave with charmes enclosing, closing.
CHORUS.
Io, Io Hymen .

The Maskers second Daunce .
The fourth Song, a Dialogue of three, with a Chorus
after the second Daunce .
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