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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374392" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem 8</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374392" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud,<br>Their merry Musick that resounds from far,<br>The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud,<br>That well agree withouten breach or iar.<br>But most of all the Damzels doe delite,<br>When they their tymbrels smyte,<br>And thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet,<br>That all the sences they doe rauish quite,<br>The whyles the boyes run vp and downe the street,<br>Crying aloud with strong confused noyce,<br>As if it were one voyce.<br>Hymen io Hymen, Hymen they do shout,<br>That euen to the heauens theyr shouting shrill<br>Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill,<br>To which the people standing all about,<br>As in approuance doe thereto applaud<br>And loud aduance her laud,<br>And euermore they Hymen Hymen sing,<br>that al the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a></strong></div>

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