There was no great disparity of years,
Though much in temper; but they never clash'd,
They moved like stars united in their spheres,
Or like the Rhone by Leman's waters wash'd,
Where mingled and yet separate appears
The river from the lake, all bluely dash'd
Through the serene and placid glassy deep,
Which fain would lull its river-child to sleep.
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To love, cherish, and to obey.
To love, cherish, and to obey.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore
God hath joined together, let not man put read more
Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore
God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
We've been together now for forty years,
An' it don't seem a day too much;
There ain't read more
We've been together now for forty years,
An' it don't seem a day too much;
There ain't a lady livin' in the land
As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune;
for they are impediments to great enterprises, read more
He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune;
for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue
or mischief.
And Adam said, This is the bone of my bones, and flesh of my
flesh: she shall be called read more
And Adam said, This is the bone of my bones, and flesh of my
flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of
Man.
With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with
all my worldly goods I read more
With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with
all my worldly goods I thee endow.
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally read more
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally Lunn,
Or dissects the luck pheasant--that, I think, were passing
pleasant
As I sit along at present, dreaming darkly of a dun.
