Classic Poem

These, these are they,
Whom humour and affection must obey;
Who come to deck the genial bower,
And bring with them the grateful hour
That crowns such meetings, and excites
The married pair to fresh delights,
As courtings, kissings, coyings, oaths and vows,
Soft whisperings, embracements, all the joys
And melting toys
That chaster love allows.
CHORUS

Haste, haste, for Hesperus his head down bows.
(from Masque of Hymen)