Classic Poem

Married? and I not dead? it cannot be,
Is nothing certain but uncertainty?
Can truth it self prove false? I should as soon
Have thought the Sun vary'd into a Moon,
And that the Poles that nere knew how to vary,
Turn'd Planets now, and grow unstationary.
But Sol has chang'd his course, and we all know
Those we call Poles are planetary too
You whom I thought a Goddess, now I see,
Are but a woman, by inconstancy
See what the covetous love of wealth can do,
It makes fair Ladies false and foolish too.
I could be sorry now, or vext, or worse;
But wrath or sorrow will enlarge my curse
That anger's foolish and that sorrow's vain,
That's us'd for that which can't be had again
But what's this thing call'd marriage? must you be
Cloyster'd by that from all society?
Must only he enjoy you as a bride?
And by his feast, famish th'wholo World beside?
You only did proclaim, when you did wed,
That both together meant to go to bed.
What need all this ado? can't we (my hony)
Do the same thing without the Ceremony,
Or proclamation? where two hearts agree,
Marriage is but a superfluity.
Nature did ne're intend (without all doubt)
T'hang such a Jewel only in his snowt
Nor were you made only for one Mans food,
Nor for the private, but the common good
You have my heart, and do but lend me thine,
I'l give the Priest the lye, and say th'art mine.