ANd thou great Iuno, which with awful might <br />the lawes of wedlock still dost patronize, <br />And the religion of the faith first plight <br />With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize: <br />and eeke for comfort often called art <br />Of women in their smart, <br />Eternally bind thou this louely band, <br />And all thy blessings vnto vs impart. <br />And thou glad Genius, in whose gentle hand, <br />The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine, <br />Without blemish or staine. <br />And the sweet pleasures of theyr loues delight <br />With secret ayde doest succour and supply, <br />Till they bring forth the fruitfull progeny, <br />Send vs the timely fruit of this same night. <br />And thou fayre Hebe, and thou Hymen free, <br />Grant that it may so be. <br />Til which we cease your further prayse to sing, <br />Ne any woods shal answer, nor your Eccho ring.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-22/
