_An Epithalamion, Or mariage Song on the Lady_ Elizabeth, _and_ Count Palatine _being married on St._ Valentines _day._ I. Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is, All the Aire is thy Diocis, And all the chirping Choristers And other birds are thy Parishioners, Thou marryest every yeare 5 The Lirique Larke, and the grave whispering Dove, The Sparrow that neglects his life for love, The household Bird, with the red stomacher, Thou mak'st the black bird speed as soone, As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halcyon; 10 The husband cocke lookes out, and straight is sped, And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed. This day more cheerfully then ever shine, This day, which might enflame thy self, Old Valentine. II. Till now, Thou warmd'st with multiplying loves 15 Two larkes, two sparrowes, or two Doves, All that is nothing unto this, For thou this day couplest two Phœnixes; Thou mak'st a Taper see What the sunne never saw, and what the Arke 20 (Which was of soules, and beasts, the cage, and park,) Did not containe, one bed containes, through Thee, Two Phœnixes, whose joyned breasts Are unto one another mutuall nests, Where motion kindles such fires, as shall give 25 Yong Phœnixes, and yet the old shall live. Whose love and courage never shall decline, But make the whole year through, thy day, O Valentine. III. Up then faire Phœnix Bride, frustrate the Sunne, Thy selfe from thine affection 30 Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their Jollitie. Up, up, faire Bride, and call, Thy starres, from out their severall boxes, take Thy Rubies, Pearles, and Diamonds forth, and make 35 Thy selfe a constellation, of them All, And by their blazing, signifie, That a Great Princess falls, but doth not die; Bee thou a new starre, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; And be Thou those ends. 40 Since thou dost this day in new glory shine, May all men date Records, from this thy Valentine. IIII. Come forth, come forth, and as one glorious flame Meeting Another, growes the same, So meet thy Fredericke, and so 45 To an unseparable union growe. Since separation Falls not on such things as are infinite, Nor things which are but one, can disunite, You'are twice inseparable, great, and one; 50 Goe then to where the Bishop staies, To make you one, his way, which divers waies Must be effected; and when all is past, And that you'are one, by hearts and hands made fast, You two have one way left, your selves to'entwine, 55 Besides this Bishops knot, or Bishop Valentine.