An Epithalamium
Henry Purcell
Thrice happy lovers, may you be
For ever, ever free,
From the tormenting devil, Jealousy.
From all the anxious Cares and Strife,
That attends a married Life:
Be to one another true,
Kind to her as she's to you.
And since the Errors of this Night are past,
May he be ever Constant, she be ever chaste.