O what vnhop't for sweet supply

O what vnhop't for sweet supply!

O what ioyes exceeding!

What an affecting charme feele I,

From delight proceeding!

That which I long despair'd to be,

To her I am, and shee to mee.

Shee that alone in cloudy griefe

Long to mee appeared,

Shee now alone with bright reliefe

All those clouds hath cleared.

Both are immortall and diuine:

Since I am hers, and she is mine.