When Jove lay bless'd in his Alcmæna's charms, <br />Three nights in one he press'd her in his arms; <br />The sun lay set, and conscious nature strove <br />To shade her god, and to prolong his love. <br />From that auspicious night Alcides came; <br />What less could rise from Jove and such a dame? <br />May this auspicious night with that compare, <br />Nor less the joys, nor less the rising heir, <br />He strong as Jove, she like Alcmæna fair.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-on-his-nuptials/
