With goodly greenish locks, all loose untyde,
As each had bene a Bryde;

And each one had a little wicker basket,
Made of fine twigs, entrayled curiously,

In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket,
And with fine fingers cropt full feateously
The tender stalkes on hye.

Of every sort, which in that Meadow grew,
They gathered some; the Violet, pallid blew,
The little Dazie that at evening closes,

The virgin Lillie, and the Primrose trew,
With store of vermeil Roses,

To deck their Bridegroomes posies

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Against the Brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.

3.

With that I saw two Swannes of goodly hewe
Come softly swimming downe along the Lee;
Two fairer Birds I yet did never see:

The snow, which doth the top of Pindus strew,
Did never whiter shew,

Nor Jove himselfe, when he a Swan would be
For love of Leda, whiter did
appeare;

Yet Leda was, they say, as white as he,

Yet not so white as these, nor nothing neare:
So purely white they were,

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That even the gentle streame, the which them bare,
Seem'd foule to them, and bad his billowes spare
To wet their silken feathers, least they might
Soyle their fayre plumes with water not so fayre, 50
And marre their beauties bright,

That shone as heavens light,

Against their Brydale day, which was not long:

Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.

4.

Eftsoones the Nymphes, which now had Flowers their fill,

Ran all in haste to see that silver brood,

As they came floating on the christal Flood;
Whom when they sawe, they stood amazed still,
Their wondring eyes to fill:

Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fayre,

Of Fowles, so lovely, that they sure did deeme Them heavenly borne, or to be that same payre Which through the Skie draw Venus silver teeme ; For sure they did not seeme

To be begot of any earthly Seede,

But rather Angels, or of Angels breede :
Yet were they bred of Somers-heat, they say,

In sweetest Season, when each flower and weede
The earth did fresh aray;

So fresh they seem'd as day,

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Even as their Brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.

5.

Then forth they all out of their baskets drew
Great store of Flowers, the honour of the field,
That to the sense did fragrant odours yeild,
All which upon those goodly Birds they threw,
And all the Waves did strew,

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That like old Peneus Waters they did seeme,
When downe along by pleasant Tempes shore,
Scattred with flowres, through Thessaly they streeme,
That they appeare, through Lillies plenteous store,
Like a Brydes chamber flore.

Two of those Nymphes, meane while, two Garlands

bound

Of freshest Flowres which in that Mead they found, The which presenting all in trim array,

Their snowie foreheads therewithall they crownd,
Whilst one did sing this Lay,

Prepar'd against that day,

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Against their Brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.

6.

"Ye gentle Birdes, the worlds faire ornament, "And heavens glorie, whom this happie hower "Doth leade unto your lovers blissfull bower, Joy may you have, and gentle hearts content loves couplement !

"Of

your

"And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love,
"With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile,
"Whose smile, they say, hath vertue to remove
"All loves dislike, and friendships faultie guile
"For ever to assoile.

"Let endlesse Peace your steadfast hearts accord,
"And blessed Plentie wait upon you[r] bord;
"And let your bed with pleasures chast abound,
“That fruitfull issue may to you afford,
"Which may your foes confound,

"And make your joyes redound

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Upon your Brydale day, which is not long:
"Sweete Themmes! run softlie, till I end my
Song."

7.

So ended she; and all the rest around

To her redoubled that her undersong,

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Which said, their bridale daye should not be long :
And gentle Eccho from the neighbour ground
Their accents did resound.

So forth those joyous Birdes did passe along
Adowne the Lee, that to them murmurde low,
As he would speake, but that he lackt a tong,
Yet did by signes his glad affection show,
Making his streame run slow:

And all the foule which in his flood did dwell
Gan flock about these twaine, that did excell
The rest, so far as Cynthia doth shend
The lesser starres.

So they, enranged well,

Did on those two attend,

And their best service lend

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Against their wedding day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes! run softly, till I end my Song.

8.

At length they all to mery London came,
To mery London, my most kyndly Nurse,
That to me gave this Lifes first native sourse,
Though from another place I take my name,
An house of auncient fame.

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There when they came, whereas those bricky towres
The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde,
Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers:
There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde,
Till they decayd through pride;

Next whereunto there standes a stately place,
Where oft I gayned giftes and goodly grace

Of that great Lord, which therein wont to dwell;
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But ah! here fits not well

Olde woes, but joyes, to tell

Against the Bridale daye, which is not long:

Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.

9.

Yet therein now doth lodge a noble Peer,

Great Englands glory, and the Worlds wide wonder, Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder,

And Hercules two pillors standing neere

Did make to quake and feare.

Faire branch of Honor, flower of Chevalrie! 150

That fillest England with thy triumphes fame,
Joy have thou of thy noble victorie,

And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name
That promiseth the same.

That through thy prowesse, and victorious armes,
Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes,
And great Elisaes glorious name may ring
Through al the world, fil'd with thy wide alarmes,
Which some brave muse may sing

To ages following,

Upon the Brydale day, which is not long:

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Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.

10.

From those high Towers this noble Lord issuing,
Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hayre
In th' Ocean billowes he hath bathed fayre,
Descended to the Rivers open vewing,
With a great traine ensuing.

Above the rest were goodly to bee seene
Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature,
Beseeming well the bower of any Queene,
With gifts of wit, and ornaments of nature,
Fit for so goodly stature,

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That like the Twins of Jove they seem'd in sight, Which decke the Bauldricke of the Heavens bright: They two, forth pacing to the Rivers side,

Receiv'd those two faire Brides, their Loves delight; Which, at th' appointed tyde,

Each one did make his Bryde

Against their Brydale day, which is not long:

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Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.