~John Ford~
Comforts lasting,
loves increasing,
Like soft hours
never ceasing:
Plenty’s pleasure,
peace complying,
Without jars,
or tongues envying;
Hearts by holy union wedded,
More than theirs by custom bedded;
Fruitful issues;
life so graced,
No
t
by
age
to
be
def
ace
d,
Bu
ddi
ng,
as
the
yea
r
ens
u’th
,
Eve
ry
spri
ng
ano
ther
you
th:
All
wh
at
tho
ugh
t
can
add
bes
ide
Cr
ow
n
this
bri
deg
roo
m
and
this
bri
de!