Now a full harvest must they have of joy,
4120Though sowed with black disasters, dangers, fears,
Dispair, hope, doubtings, sad complaints, and tears.
For aged Starley's tow'rs (that fatal stage
Where Danes did act their juries once in blood,
When bellowing cannons belchèd out their rage)
Within the kenning of our lovers stood.
And the well-tunèd bells did loud proclaim
Joy to the lovers in great Hymen's name.
A near ally Albino in this town