But there are rights behind Have less of state, but more of kind: And fruitful harvest of his mother's blisses. Who will perfection see, May haste to be. Shine, Hesperus, shine forth, thou wished star! Love's commonwealth consists of toys; That triumph with him on these nights: For now their reign begins, and lasts till day. Make all, that married be, Shine, Hesperus, shine forth, thou wished star! Why stays the bridegroom to invade Your mother is, and use a nobler name. That, what you are, By your perfection, we And all may see. To-night is Venus' vigil kept. This night no bridegroom ever slept ; The married say, 'tis his fault too. Wake too; for they'll tell nothing of your nights You perfect are. And such perfection, we Do pray should be. Shine, Hesperus, shine forth, thou wished star! That, ere the rosy-finger'd morn Of Ratcliffe's blood, and Ramsey's name : Wear the long honours of his father's deed. Most perfect are: And all perfection, we Wish you should see. Shine, Hesperus, shine forth, thou wished star! |