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The Lords Welcome, sung before the Kings Good-night .
Welcome is the word,
The best love can afford:
For what can better be?
Welcome, Lords, the time drawes neare
When each one shall embrace his deare,
And view the face hee longs to see.
Absence makes the houre more sweet
When divided lovers meet.

Welcome once againe,
Though too much were in vaine:
Yet how can love exceed?
Princely Guests, wee wish there were
Joves Nectar and Ambrosia here,
That you might like immortals feed,
Changing shapes like full-fed Jove
In the sweet pursuit of love.