An Hymeneal Dialogue
Groom.—TELL me, my Love, since Hymen tiedThe holy knot, hast thou not feltA new-infused spirit slideInto thy breast, whilst mine did melt?
Bride.—First tell me, Sweet, whose words were those?For though your voice the air did break,Yet did my soul the sense compose,And through your lips my heart did speak.
Groom.—Then I perceive, when from the flameOf love my scorched soul did retire,Your frozen heart in that place came,And sweetly melted in that fire.
Bride.—’Tis true, for when that mutual changeOf souls was made, with equal gain,I straight might feel diffused a strangeBut gentle heat through every vein.
Bride.—Thy bosom then I’ll make my nest,Since there my willing soul doth perch.Groom.—And for my heart, in thy chaste breast,I’ll make an everlasting search.
O blest disunion, that doth soOur bodies from our souls divide;As two to one, and one four grow,Each by contraction multiplied.