Epithalamium, To the L. T. Marryed in the North

Welcome fairest, Thee our rime
Congratulates rather then him
Who shines obliquely on our Clime.

Thy beams directly pointed fall,
That we our Bear the Cancer call,
This Zone stile Equinoctiall.

The mists our Germane Seas create
Thy eyes (though Phaebus mediate)
Originally dissipate.

Cassiope, though heavenly faire,
Hides her new face and burnisht Chaire,
When you enlighten the dayes aire.

They onely rule materiall sense,
Your loves example may dispence
To inflam'd soules chast influence.

Unto that flame which doubly warmes
(Thy beauty's Summer, and loves charmes)
May time nor sickness threaten harmes.

My Hymens torch on northen shore
Dilate into a Pharos; For
Besieg'd by cold fire burnes the more