As Hymen’s lamps shall light you.
Fer.
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
IV. 1. 25 With such love as [’tis] now, the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong’st suggestion
Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day’s celebration
30 When I shall think, or [Phœbus’] steeds are founder’d,