Now from your Easts you issue forth, and wee, 160 As men which through a Cipres see The rising sun, doe thinke it two, Soe, as you goe to Church, doe thinke of you, But that vaile being gone, By the Church rites you are from thenceforth one. 165 The Church Triumphant made this match before, And now the Militant doth strive no more; Then, reverend Priest, who Gods Recorder art, Doe, from his Dictates, to these two impart All blessings, which are seene, or thought, by Angels eye or heart. 170 VII. _The Benediction._ Blest payre of Swans, Oh may you interbring Daily new joyes, and never sing, Live, till all grounds of wishes faile, Till honor, yea till wisedome grow so stale, That, new great heights to trie, 175 It must serve your ambition, to die; Raise heires, and may here, to the worlds end, live Heires from this King, to take thankes, you, to give, Nature and grace doe all, and nothing Art. May never age, or error overthwart 180 With any West, these radiant eyes, with any North, this heart. VIII. _Feasts and Revells._ But you are over-blest. Plenty this day Injures; it causeth time to stay; The tables groane, as though this feast Would, as the flood, destroy all fowle and beast. 185 And were the doctrine new That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true; For every part to dance and revell goes. They tread the ayre, and fal not where they rose. Though six houres since, the Sunne to bed did part, 190 The masks and banquets will not yet impart A sunset to these weary eyes, A Center to this heart. IX. _The Brides going to bed._ What mean'st thou Bride, this companie to keep? To sit up, till thou faine wouldst sleep? Thou maist not, when thou art laid, doe so. 195 Thy selfe must to him a new banquet grow, And you must entertaine And doe all this daies dances o'r againe. Know that if Sun and Moone together doe Rise in one point, they doe not set so too; 200 Therefore thou maist, faire Bride, to bed depart, Thou art not gone, being gone; where e'r thou art, Thou leav'st in him thy watchfull eyes, in him thy loving heart. X. _The Bridegroomes comming._