Poem by Mary Wortley Montagu

Epithalamium

Since you, Mr. H**d, will marry black Kate,
Accept of good wishes for that blessed state:
May you fight all the day like a dog and a cat,
And yet ev'ry year produce a new brat.
Fal la!

May she never be honest -- you never be sound;
May her tongue like a clapper be heard a mile round;
Till abandon'd by joy, and deserted by grace,
You hang yourselves both in the very same place.
Fal la! 

1. To a Friend on His Travels
2. Verses Addressed to the Imitator...
3. Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James's Coffee-House
4. Written at Lovere, October, 1736
5. Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana, or the Drawing-Room

John Stagg Epithalamium ("HAIL! Hymen, thou propitious god of joy")

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