1.
While dancing rests, fit place to music granting,
Good spells the Fates shall breathe, all envy daunting,
Kind ears with joy enchanting.
Chorus (×2):
‖: Io, :‖ (×4) ‖: Io Hymen. :‖
2.
Like looks, like hearts, like loves are linked together;
So must the Fates be pleased, so come they hither,
To make this joy persever.
Chorus (×2)
3.
Love decks the Spring, her buds to th’air exposing
Such fire here in these bridal breasts reposing,
We leave with charms enclosing,
Chorus (×2)