NOw al is done; bring home the bride againe, <br />bring home the triumph of our victory, <br />Bring home with you the glory of her gaine, <br />With ioyance bring her and with iollity. <br />Neuer had man more ioyfull day then this, <br />Whom heauen would heape with blis. <br />Make feast therefore now all this liue long day, <br />This day for euer to me holy is, <br />Poure out the wine without restraint or stay, <br />Poure not by cups, but by the belly full, <br />Poure out to all that wull, <br />And sprinkle all the postes and wals with wine, <br />That they may sweat, and drunken be withall. <br />Crowne ye God Bacchus with a coronall, <br />And Hymen also crowne with wreathes of vine, <br />And let the Graces daunce vnto the rest; <br />For they can doo it best: <br />The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll sing, <br />To which the woods shal answer & theyr eccho ring.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-14-2/
