Hosanna to the highest. Joy betide
The heavenly bridegroom and his holy bride.
Let heav’n above be filled with songs; let earth triumph below;
For ever silent be those tongues that can be silent now.
You rocks and stones, I charge you all to break
Your flinty silence if men cease to speak;
You that possess the sacred art
Or now or never show it, plead not your Muse is out of heart:
Here’s that creates a poet.
Be ravish’d, earth, to see this contract driv’n
Twixt sinful men and reconcil’d heav’n.
Dismount, you quire of [bad word]  with men your joys divide;
Heav’n never showed so sweet a bridegroom,
Nor earth so fair a bride.