So she will do the same for you:
In virgin wax imprint, upon
Her breast, your own impression;
You may (there is no treason in ’t)
Coine sterling, now you have a mint.
You are now stronger than before,
Your side hath in it one ribb more.
Before she was akin to me
Only in soul and amity;
But now we are, since shee’s your bride,