To me (methinks) a hundredth share
Of pleasures I’ve partaken there:
When full many a lovers’ vow
Were made, perhaps, and broken now—
Made and cemented with a kiss,
Resulting in, or not in, bliss.
Thus: some unto the altar led,
Have had to mourn a husband dead:—
Husbands who so sprightly tript,
Equally in turn have wept;