An Hymeneall Dialogue

Tell me (my love) since Hymen ty'de
The holy knot, hast thou not felt
A new infused spirit slide
Into thy brest, whilst thine did melt?
First tell me (sweet) whose words were those?
For though the voyce your ayre did breake,
Yet did my soule the sence compose,
And through your lips my heart did speake.
Then I perceive, when from the flame
Of love, my scorch'd soule did retire;
Your frozen heart in her place came,
And sweetly melted in that fire,
'Tis true, for when that mutuall change
Of soules, was made with equall gaine;
I straight feele diffus'd a strange,
But gentle heat through every veine:
Oh blest dis-union, that doth so
Our bodyes from our soules divide,
As two doe one, and one foure grow,
Each by contraction multiply'de.
Thy bosome then I'le make my nest,
Since there my willing soule doth pearch.
And for my heart in thy chast brest,
I'le make an everlasting search.
Oh blest disunion, &c.