Cease these false sports, hast, hast away, Loue's made a trewant by your stay. Good night, good night, yet virgin Bride, But looke ere day, ere day be spide. You change that fruitlesse name, Least you your sex defame, Fear not Hymens peaceful war, You'le conquer though you subdued are. Good night, and ere the day be old Rise to the Sunne a Marigold. Chorus: Hymen, O Hymen, blesse this night, That Loues darke workes may come to light.