The third Song of three partes, with a Chorus of
fiue
partes,
sung after the first Daunce.
While
dancing rests, fit place to musicke graunting,
Good
spels the Fates shall breath, al enuy daunting,
Kind
eares with ioy enchaunting, chaunting.
Chorus.
Io, Io, Hymen.
Like
lookes, like hearts, like loues are linck't together :
So
must the Fates be pleas'd, so come they hether,
To
make this Ioy perseuer, euer.
Chorus.
Io, Io, Hymen.
Loue
decks the spring, her buds to th' ayre exposing,
Such
fire here in these bridall Breasts reposing,
We
leaue with charmes enclosing, closing.
Chorus.
Io, Io, Hymen.
|
Thomas Campion
