Put on thy Holy Fillitings, and so To th' Temple with the sober Midwife go. Attended thus (in a most solemn wise) By those who serve the Child-bed misteries. Burn first thine incense; next, when as thou see'st The candid Stole thrown ore the Pious Priest; With reverend Curtsies come, and to him bring Thy free (and not decurted) offering. All Rites well ended, with faire Auspice come (As to the breaking of a Bride-Cake) home: Where ceremonious Hymen shall for thee Provide a second Epithalamie. She who keeps chastly to her husbands side Is not for one, but every night his Bride: And stealing still with love, and feare to Bed, Brings him not one, but many a Maiden-head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NO SECOND TROY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER |