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To the Earle of Portland,

Lord Treasurer; on the

mariage of his Sonne.

My Lord, this Night is yours! each wandring StarThat was nnbusi'd, and irregular;Most gravely now, his bright Companion leads,To fix o're your glad Roofe, their shining Heads.And it is sayd, th'exemplar King's your guest;And that the rich-Ey'd-Darling of his Breast,(To ripen all your Joyes) will there becomeThe Musick, Odor, Light, of ev'ry Roome!A mixture of two noble bloods, in allFaith, and domestick nature, union call,No travail'd Eyes have seene, with humbler stateOf love perform'd, where Princes celebrate.This when I heard; I know not what bold StarreMy Spirits urg'd, but it was easier farre

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