They will turn up their Silver Hair.
Bridal Night. To the foregoing Tune.
COME from the Temple, away to the Bed,
As the Merchant transports home his Treasure;
Be not so coy Lady, since we are wed,
'Tis no Sin to taste of the Pleasure:
Then come let us be blith, merry and free,
Upon my life all the waiters are gone;
And 'tis so, that they know where you go, say not so,