ENTHEUS

Divinest Orpheus, o how all from thee Proceed with wondrous sweetness, am I free? Is my affliction vanished? — Jove I honour still, And must obey, Orpheus I feel the fires Are ready in my brain, which Jove inspires, Lo, through that veil, I see Prometheus stand Before those glorious lights, which his false hand Stole out of heaven, the dull earth to inflame With the affects of Love, and honoured Fame, I view them plain in pomp and majesty. Such as being seen might hold rivality, With the best triumphs; Orpheus give a call With thy charmed music, and discover all. Patron of mankind, powerful and bounteous, Rich in thy flames, reverend Prometheus, In Hymen's place aid us to solemnize These royal Nuptials, fill the lookers eyes With admiration of thy fire and light, And from thy hand let wonders flow to night. The number's now complete, thanks be to Jove, No man needs fear a Rival in his love; For, all are sped, and now begins delight, To fill with glory, this triumphant night. Live you long to see your joys, In fair Nymphs and Princely Boys: Breeding Like the Garden flowers, Which kind heaven draws with her warm showers. See, see Prometheus, four of these first dams Which thou long since out of thy purchased flames, Didst forge with heavenly fire, as they were then, By Jove transformed to Statues, so again, They suddenly appear by his command At thy arrival, Lo how fixed they stand, So did Jove's wrath too long, but now at last, It by degrees relents, and he hath placed These Statues, that we might his aid implore, First for the life of these, and then for more. Make clear the passage to Sibilla's sighed, Who with her Trophy comes, to crown this night, And as her self with Music shall be led, So shall she pull on with a golden thread. A high vast Obelisk, dedicate to fame, Which immortality it self did frame. Raise high your voices now, Like Trumpets fill, The room with sounds of Triumph, sweet and shrill.