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JOy to the Bridegroom ! fill the Sky
With pleasing sounds of welcome Joy
Joy to the Bride, may lasting Bliss,
And every Day still prove like this.
Joy to the, &>c.
Never were Marriage Joys Divine,
But where two constant Hearts Combine ;'
He that proves false, himself doth cheat,
Like sick Men tasts, but cannot eat.
He that, &>c.
What is a Maiden-head ? ah what ?
Of which weak Fools so often prate?
'Tis the young Virgin's Pride and Boast,
Yet never was found but when 'twas lost.
'Tis the, &c.
Fill me a Glass then to the brink,
And its Confusion here I'll drink «
And he that baulks the Health I nam'd,
May he die young, and then be D
And he that, Sfc.
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