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First Line: Now, as in tullias tombe, one lampe burnt cleare
Last Line: Such altars, as prize your devotion.
Subject(s): Wedding Song; Epithalamium


Now, as in Tullias tombe, one lampe burnt cleare,
Unchang'd for fifteene hundred yeare,
May these love-lamps we here enshrine,
In warmth, light, lasting, equall the divine.
Fire ever doth aspire,
And makes all like it selfe, turnes all to fire,
But ends in ashes, which these cannot doe,
For none of these is fuell, but fire too.
This is joyes bonfire, then, where loves strong Arts
Make of so noble individuall parts
One fire of foure inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts.
Idios.
As I have brought this song, that I may doe
A perfect sacrifice, I'll burne it too.
Allophanes.
No Sr. This paper I have justly got,
For, in burnt incense, the perfume is not
His only that presents it, but of all;
What ever celebrates this Festivall
Is common, since the joy thereof is so.
Nor may your selfe be Priest: But let me goe,
Backe to the Court, and I will lay'it upon
Such Altars, as prize your devotion.





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