"The custome was that euery maid did weare, During her maidenhead, a silken Sphere About her waste, aboue her inmost weede, Knit with Minevuas knot, and that was freede By the faire Bridegrome on the manage night, With many ceremonies of delight: And yet eternisde Hymens tender Bride, To suffer it dissolu’d so sweetly cride. The maids that heard so lou’d, and did adore her, They wisht with all their hearts to suffer for her. So had the Matrons, that with Confits stood About the chamber, such affectionate blood, And so true feeling of her harmeles paines, That euery one a showre of Confits raines. For which the Brideyouths scrambling on the ground, In noyse of that sweet haile her cryes were drownd. And thus blest Hymen ioyde his gracious Bride, And for his ioy was after deifide."
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George Chapman, Hero and Leander (1598), Fift Sestyad
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