Now the rite is duly done,
Now the word is spoken,
And the spell has made us one
Which may ne'er be broken;
Rest we, dearest, in our home,
Roam we o'er the heather;
We shall rest, and we shall roam,
Shall we not—together?
From this hour the summer rose
Sweeter breathes to charm us;
From this hour the winter snows
Lighter fall to harm us;
Fair or foul—on land or sea—
Come the wind or weather,
Best or worst, whate'er they be,
We shall (D.V.) always share—together!
—Winthrop Mackworth Praed.
1295
Whom first we love, you know one seldom weds.
—Owen Meredith.
1296
A pious elder once said to his son in view of marriage,—"My boy, piety is essential for the life to come, but good temper is the great requisite for happiness in this world."
1297
The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.