This day, my Julia, thou must make <br />For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake: <br />Knead but the dough, and it will be <br />To paste of almonds turn'd by thee; <br />Or kiss it thou but once or twice, <br />And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bride-cake/
