An Epithalamium

Henry Purcell

Thrice happy lovers, may you be

For ever, ever free,

From the tormenting devil, Jealousy.

From all the anxious Care and Strife,

That attends a married Life:

Be to one another true,

Kind to her as she to you.

And since the Errors of this Night are past,

May he be ever Constant, she for ever Chast.