III.

_Raysing of the Bridegroome_.

Though it be some divorce to thinke of you Singly, so much one are you two, Yet let me here contemplate thee, First, cheerfull Bridegroome, and first let mee see, 130 How thou prevent'st the Sunne, And his red foming horses dost outrunne, How, having laid downe in thy Soveraignes brest All businesses, from thence to reinvest Them, when these triumphs cease, thou forward art 135 To shew to her, who doth the like impart, The fire of thy inflaming eyes, and of thy loving heart.