Bridal Song - by John Fletcher

Cynthia, to thy power and thee 

We obey. 

Joy to this great company! 

And no day

To Silvia, To Wed

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;

And loving lie in one devoted bed.

Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;

No sound calls back the year that once is past.

A Letter to Her Husband - by Anne Bradstreet

My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,

My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,

If two be one, as surely thou and I,

How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?

To One Persuading a Lady to Marriage - by Katherine Philips

Forbear, bold youth; all's heaven here,

And what you do aver

To others courtship may appear,

'Tis sacrilege to her.

John Anderson, My Jo - by Robert Burns

John Anderson, my jo, John, 

When we were first acquent; 

Your locks were like the raven, 

Your bonie brow was brent;

Bridal Song - by George Chapman

O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night!

Come, naked Virtue's only tire,

The reaped harvest of the light

Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire.

I Gave Myself to Him - by Emily Dickinson

I gave myself to him,

And took himself for pay.

The solemn contract of a life

Was ratified this way

Marriage - by Mary Weston Fordham

The die is cast, come weal, come woe,

Two lives are joined together,

For better or for worse, the link

Which naught but death can sever.

Before the Birth of One of Her Children - by Anne Bradstreet

All things within this fading world hath end,

Adversity doth still our joys attend; 

No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,

But with death's parting blow are sure to meet.

The Good-Morrow - by John Donne

I wonder by my troth, what thou and I

Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then? 

But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly? 

Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?

At the Wedding-March - Gerard Manley Hopkins

God with honour hang your head, 

Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed 

With lissome scions, sweet scions, 

Out of hallowed bodies bred.

Nuptial Sleep - Dante Gabriel Rosseti

 At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:

And as the last slow sudden drops are shed

From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,

So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.

To A Husband - a by Anne Finch

This is to the crown and blessing of my life,

The much loved husband of a happy wife;

To him whose constant passion found the art

To win a stubborn and ungrateful heart,

A Marriage Ring - George Crabbe

The ring, so worn as you behold, 

So thin, so pale, is yet of gold: 

The passion such it was to prove-

Worn with life's care, love yet was love.

The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd - by Sir Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,

And truth in every shepherd's tongue,

These pretty pleasures might me move

To live with thee and be thy love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love - by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

To My Dear and Loving Husband - Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me ye women if you can.

Sonnet III - by William Shakespeare

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest 

Now is the time that face should form another; 

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, 

Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother,

Wedlock - by Benjamin Franklin

 Wedlock, as old men note, hath likened been, 

Unto a public crowd or common rout;

Where those that are without would fain get in,

And those that are within, would fain get out.

The Bridal Veil - by Alice Cary

We're married, they say, and you think you have won me,--

Well, take this white veil from my head, and look on me;

Here's matter to vex you, and matter to grieve you,

Here's doubt to distrust you, and faith to believe you,--