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Written by Edmund Spenser

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 HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud,
Their merry Musick that resounds from far,
The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud,
That well agree withouten breach or iar.
But most of all the Damzels doe delite, When they their tymbrels smyte, And thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet, That all the sences they doe rauish quite, The whyles the boyes run vp and downe the street, Crying aloud with strong confused noyce, As if it were one voyce.
Hymen io Hymen, Hymen they do shout, That euen to the heauens theyr shouting shrill Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill, To which the people standing all about, As in approuance doe thereto applaud And loud aduance her laud, And euermore they Hymen Hymen sing, that al the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring.


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