The Brides Good-morrow.
To a pleasant new Tune.
THe night is passed & joyfull day appeareth
most cleare on every side.
With pleasant musick we therefore salute you, hand
good morrow Mistris Bride:
From sleepe and slumber now awake you out of
your bridegroome stayeth at home:
Whose fancy favour, & affection still doth stand
fired on thee alone:
Dresse you in your best at
[...]ay,
This must be your wedding day,
God almighty send you happy ioy:
In health and wealth to keep you still,
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And if it be his blessed will,
God keepe you safe from sorrow and annoy
This day is honour now bronght into thy bosome
and comfort to thy heart:
For God hath sent you a friēd for to defend you
from sorrow, care and smart:
In health & sicknes for thy comfort day & night right,
be in appointed and brought.
Whose love & liking is most constant sure and
then love ye him as ye ought:
Now you have your hearts desire,
And the thing you did require,
God almighty send you happy ioy:
In health and wealth to keepe you still,
And if it be your blessed will,
God keepe you safe from sorrow and annoy.
There is no treasure the which may be cōpared
unto a faithfull friend,
Gold soone decayeth and worldly consumeth,
and wasteth in the winde,
But lake once planted in a perfect & pure minde
indureth weale and woe:
The frownes of fortune come they never so unkinde
cannot the same overthrowe.
A bit of bread is better cheare,
Where loue and friendship doth appeare,
then dainty dishes stuffed full of strife:
For where the heart is cloyd with care,
Sower is the sweetest fare:
and death far better then so bad a life,
Sweet Brid then may you full well contended stay you,
and in your heart reioyce:
Sith God was guider both of your heat & fancy
and maker of your choice.
And he that preferd you to this happie state
will not behold you decay,
Nor see you lack reliefe or help in any rate,
if you his preceps obay
To those that ask it faithfully,
The Lord will no good thing deny,
this comfort in the Scriptures may you finde,
Then let no worldly griefe and care,
Vexe your heart with foule dispaire,
which doth declare the unbeleeuing minde,
All things are ready and euery whit prepared
to beare you company.
Your friends and parents do give their due attendance
together courtously:
The house is brest and garnisht for your sake,
with flowers gallant and green,
A solem feast your comely cooks do ready make
where all your friends will he seen,
Young men and maids do ready stand,
With sweet Rosemary in their hand,
a perfect token of your virgins life:
To wait upon you they intend,
Unto the Church to make an end:
and God make thee a ioyfull wedded wife.
FINIS.
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