She goes a maid, who, least she turne the same,
To night puts on perfection, and a womans name.
Thy virgins girdle now untie,
And in thy nuptiall bed (loves altar) lye
75A pleasing sacrifice; now dispossesse
Thee of these chaines and robes which were put on
T'adorne the day, not thee; for thou, alone,
Like vertue'and truth, art best in nakednesse;
This bed is onely to virginitie
80A grave, but, to a better state, a cradle;