Classic Poem

They that for worldly wealth do wed,
That buy and sell the marriage-bed,
That come not warmed with the true fire,
Resolved to keep this vow entire:
Too soon find discontent,
Too soon shall they repent.
But Hymen, these are no such lovers,
Which thy burning torch discovers:
Though they live, then, many a year,
Let each day as new appear
As this first; and delights
Make of all bridal nights.
Io, Hymen! give consent;
Blessed are the marriages that ne'er repent.