By Thomas Dekker.
Beauty arise, show forth thy glorious shining,
Thine eyes feed Love, for them he standeth pining,
Honor and youth attend to do their duty,
To thee (their only sovereign) Beauty.
Beauty arise, whilst we thy servants sing,
Io to Hymen, wedlock's jocund king.
Io To Hymen Io Io sing.
Of wedlock, love, and youth is King.
Beauty arise, beauty arise, thy glorious lifts display,
Whilst we sing Io, glad to see this day.
Io Io to Hymen Io Io sing,
Of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen King.