In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
John Dryden
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
Farewell, ungrateful traitor!
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His
All human things are subject to decay,
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Ask not the cause why sullen spring
Of all our antic sights and pageantry
Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
Why should a foolish marriage vow,