Classic Poem

V ERTUE , if not a God, yet God's chiefe part,
Be thou the knot of this their open vow,
That still he be her head, she be his heart;
He leane to her, she unto him doe bow,
Each other still allow;
Like oak and misletoe,
Her strength from him, his praise from her doe growe;
In which most lovely traine,
O Hymen, long their coupled joyes maintaine!