CHORUS

Mean time, we make lustration of the place, And with our solemn fires, and waters prove To-have frighted, hence, the weak diseased raze Of those were tortured on the wheel of love. 1 The glorious,2 whining,3 the adventurous fool, 4 Fantastic,5 bribing, and the6 jealous ass 1 The sordid,2 scornful,3 and the angry mule 4 The melancholic,5 dull, and envious mass, With all the rest, that in the sensual school Of lust, for their degree of bruit may pass. All which are vapoured hence. The pro specked of a Sea ap pears. No loves, but slaves to sense: Mere cattle, and not men. Found, found, and Triple all our joys again, Who had the power, and vertueto remove Such monsters from the labyrinth of love. For Love, without his object, soon is gone: Love must have answering love, to look upon. Till it a circle of those glories prove, Fit to be sought in Beauty, found by Love. Advance, you gentler Cupid's, then advance, And show your joust perfections in your dance. The Cupid's dance their dance. And the Masquers their-entry. Which since have flowed, flowed forth upon the sense, To wonder first, and then to excellence, By virtue of divine intelligence! Which from the Sea flowed, forth upon the sense To wonder first, and next to excellence, By virtue of divine intelligence! And all That bless, or honour holy nuptial. Where Love is mutual, still All things in order move, The circle of the will Is the true sphere of Love.