The Bride's Good-morrow.  
To a pleasant new Tune.  
 

THe night is passed & joyful day appeareth  
most clear on every side.  
With pleasant music we therefore salute you, hand  
good morrow Mistress Bride:  
From sleep and slumber now awake you out of  
your bridegroom stayeth at home:  
Whose fancy favour, & affection still doth stand  
fired on thee alone:  
Dress you in your best at ●ay,  
This must be your wedding day,  
God almighty send you happy joy:  
In health and wealth to keep you still, ●  
And if it be his blessed will,  
God keep you safe from sorrow and annoy   

This day is honour now bronght into thy bosom  
and comfort to thy heart:  
For God hath sent you a friend for to defend you  
from sorrow, care and smart:  
In health & sickness for thy comfort day & night right,  
be in appointed and brought.  
Whose love & liking is most constant sure and  
then love ye him as ye ought:  
Now you have your hearts desire,  
And the thing you did require,  
God almighty send you happy joy:  
In health and wealth to keep you still,  
And if it be your blessed will,  
God keep you safe from sorrow and annoy.   

There is no treasure the which may be compared  
unto a faithful friend,  
Gold soon decayeth and worldly consumeth,  
and wasteth in the wind,  
But lake once planted in a perfect & pure mind  
endureth weal and woe:  
The frowns of fortune come they never so unkind  
cannot the same overthrow.  
A bit of bread is better cheer,  
Where love and friendship doth appear,  
then dainty dishes stuffed full of strife:  
For where the heart is cloyed with care,  
Sower is the sweetest fare:  
and death far better than so bad a life,   

Sweet Brid than may you full well contended stay you,  
and in your heart rejoice:  
Sith God was guider both of your heat & fancy  
and maker of your choice.  
And he that preferred you to this happy state  
will not behold you decay,  
Nor see you lack relief or help in any rate,  
if you his precepts obey  
To those that ask it faithfully,  
The Lord will no good thing deny,  
this comfort in the Scriptures may you find,  
Then let no worldly grief and care,  
Vex your heart with foul despair,  
which doth declare the unbelieving mind,   

All things are ready and every whit prepared  
to bear you company.  
Your friends and parents do give their due attendance  
together courtously:  
The house is breast and garnished for your sake,  
with flowers gallant and green,  
A solemn feast your comely cooks do ready make  
where all your friends will he seen,  
Young men and maids do ready stand,  
With sweet Rosemary in their hand,  
a perfect token of your virgin's life:  
To wait upon you they intent,  
Unto the Church to make an end:  
and God make thee a joyful wedded wife.   
FINIS.   

Printed by the Assigns of Thomas Symcocke