My soule contracted then with thine,
And both burnt in one sacrifice.
By which our Marriage grew divine.
Let wilder youth, whose soule is sense,
Prophane the Temple of delight.
And purchase endlesse penitence,
With the stolen pleasure of one night.
Time's ever ours, while we dispise
The sensuall idoll of our clay.
For though the Sunne doe set and rise,