CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee 
   We obey. 
Joy to this great company! 
   And no day 
Come to steal this night away 
   Till the rites of love are ended, 
And the lusty bridegroom say, 
   Welcome, light, of all befriended! 

Pace out, you watery powers below; 
   Let your feet, 
Like the galleys when they row, 
   Even beat; 
Let your unknown measures, set 
   To the still winds, tell to all 
That gods are come, immortal, great, 
   To honour this great nuptial!