Hail, happy bride! for thou art truly blest

First Line Hail, happy bride! for thou art truly blest
Author Mary Wortley Montagu
Date 1724
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Epitaph [Satire - social; Courtship, marriage; Women]. 

Transcribed from Lady M.W.M. "On the same Occasion. Written extempore." A collection of epigrams. . . 1727, p. 24. Eighteenth Century Collections Online, GALE|CW0110240627.

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Hail, happy bride! for thou art truly blest,

Three months of rapture crown'd with endless rest;

Merit like yours was heav'n's peculiar care,

You lov’d — yet tasted happiness sincere.

To you the sweets of love were only shown,

The sure succeeding bitter dregs unknown:

You had not yet the fatal change deplor’d,

The tender lover for th' imperious lord;

Nor felt the pain that jealous fondness brings,

Nor wept the coldness from possession springs:

Above your sex distinguish'd in your fate;

You trusted — yet experienc'd no deceit.

Soft were your hours, and wing’d with pleasure flew,

No vain repentance gave a sigh to you;

And if superior bliss heaven can bestow,

With fellow-angels you enjoy it now.