We will not like those men our offerings pay <br />Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day. <br />We make no garlands, nor an altar build, <br />Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield. <br />Where mirth is justly grounded these wild toyes <br />Are but a troublesome, and empty noise. <br /> <br />2. <br />But these shall be my great Solemnities, <br />Orinda's wishes for Cassandra's bliss. <br />May her Content be as unmix'd and pure <br />As my Affection, and like that endure; <br />And that strong Happiness may she still find <br />Not owing to her Fortune, but her Mind. <br /> <br />3. <br />May her Content and Duty be the same, <br />And may she know no Grief but in the name. <br />May his and her Pleasure and Love be so <br />Involv'd and growing, that we may not know <br />Who most Affection or most Peace engrost; <br />Whose Love is strongest, or whose Bliss is most. <br /> <br />4. <br />May nothing accidental e're appear <br />But what shall with new bonds their Souls endear; <br />And may they count the hours as they pass, <br />By their own Joys, and not by Sun or Glass: <br />While every day like this may Sacred prove <br />To Friendship, Gratitude, and Strictest Love.<br /><br />Katherine Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-dear-sister-mrs-c-p-on-her-nuptial/
