CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee           We obey. Joy to this great company!           And no day Come to steal this night away   Till the rites of love are ended, And the lusty bridegroom say,   Welcome, light, of all befriended!

Pace out, you watery powers below;           Let your feet, Like the galleys when they row,           Even beat; Let your unknown measures, set   To the still winds, tell to all That gods are come, immortal, great,   To honour this great nuptial!