Master. 'Tis hail!
Steersman. Make fast the tacklings!
Master. Strike sail!
Make quick despatches!
Shut close the hatches!
Hold stern! cast anchor out!
This night we shall at random float.
O dismal hours!
Who can forbear,
But sink with sad despair;
When seas are rough, sails rent, and each thing lowers.
Welcome, black Night, Hymen's fair day!
Help, Hymen! Love's due debt to pay!
Love's due debt is chaste Delight;
Which if the Turtles want to night,
Hymen forfeits his deity, and night in love her dignity.
Hymen! O Hymen! mine of treasures more divine,
What deity is like to thee! that freest from mortality?
Stay, happy pair! stay but awhile!
Hymen comes not, Love to beguile.
These sports are alluring baits
And sauce are, to Love's sweetest cates:
Longing hope doth no hurt but this,
It heighten's Love's attainèd bliss!
Then stay, most happy! stay awhile!
Hymen comes not, Love to beguile.
Cease, cease, cease these false sports!
Haste, haste away! Love's made truant, by your stay!
Good night! good night, yet virgin Bride!
But look (ere day be spied)
You change that fruitless name!
Lest you your sex defame.
Fear not Hymen's peaceful war,
You'll conquer, though you subdued are!
Good night! and, ere the day be old,
Rise to the sun, a marigold!
Hymen! O Hymen! bless this night!
That Love's dark works may come to light!