They are not those, are present with their face, And clothes, and gifts, that only do thee grace At these thy nuptials; but, whose heart, and thought Do wait upon thee: and their love not bought. Such wear true wedding robes, and are true friends, That bid, God give thee joy, and have no ends. Which I do, early, virtuous Somerset, And pray, thy joys as lasting be, as great. Not only this, but every day of thine, With the same look, or with a better, shine. May she, whom thou for spouse, today, dost take, Outbe that @3Wife@1, in worth, thy friend did make: And thou to her, that @3Husband@1, may exalt Hymen's amends, to make it worth his fault. So, be there never discontent, or sorrow, To rise with either of you, on the morrow. So, be your concord, still, as deep, as mute; And every joy, in marriage, turn a fruit. So, may those marriage-pledges, comforts prove: And every birth increase the heat of love. So, in their number, may you never see Mortality, till you immortal be. And when your years rise more, than would be told, Yet neither of you seem to the other old. That all, that view you then, and late; may say, Sure, this glad pair were married, but this day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |