The third Song of three partes, with a Chorus of fiue partes,
sung after the first Daunce.

            While dancing rests, fit place to musicke graunting,
            Good spels the Fates shall breath, al enuy daunting,
            Kind eares with ioy enchaunting, chaunting.

Chorus.
Io, Io, Hymen.

            Like lookes, like hearts, like loues are linck't together :
            So must the Fates be pleas'd, so come they hether,
            To make this Ioy perseuer, euer.

Chorus.
Io, Io, Hymen.

            Loue decks the spring, her buds to th' ayre exposing,
            Such fire here in these bridall Breasts reposing,
            We leaue with charmes enclosing, closing.

Chorus.
Io, Io, Hymen.