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Of his Chamber in the eaſt.
Meane while welcome Joy, and Feaſt,
Midnight ſhout, and revelrie,
Tipſie dance, and Jollitie.
Braid your Locks with roſie Twine,
Dropping odours, dropping Wine.
Rigor now is gone to bed,
And Advice with ſcrupulous head,
Strict Age, and ſowre Severitie
With their graue Sawes in ſlumber lie.
We that are of purer fire,
Immitate the ſtarrie quire,
Who in their nightly watchfull Spheares,
Lead in ſwift round the Months and Yeares.
The Sounds, and Seas with all their finnie drove,
Now to the Moone in wavering Morrice move,
And on the tawny ſands and ſhelves,
Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;
By dimpled Brooke, and Fountaine brim,
The Wood-nymphs deckt with daiſiestrim,
Their merry wakes, and paſtimes keepe,
What hath night to doe with ſleepe?
Night hath better ſweets to prove,
Venus now wakes, and wakens Love.
Come let us our rights begin
'Tis onely day-light that makes Sin
Which theſe dun ſhades will ne're report.
Hail Goddeſſe of Nocturnall ſport
Dark-vaild Cotytto, t'whom the ſecret flame
Of mid night Torches burnes; myſterious Dame
That ne're at call'd, but when the Dragon woome
Of Stygian darkneſſe ſpets her thickeſt gloome
