Upon my Lord Brohall's Wedding

S. In bed, dull man,When Love and Hymen's revels are begun,And the church ceremonies past and done?B. Why, who's gone mad to-day?

S. Dull heretick! thou would'st say,5He that is gone to heaven's gone astray:Brohall, our gallant friend,Is gone to church, as martyrs to the fire:Who marry, differ but i' th' end,Since both do take10The hardest way to what they most desire.Nor staid he till the formal priest had done;But, ere that part was finisht, his begun:Which did revealThe haste and eagerness men have to seal,15That long to tell the money.A sprig of willow in his hat he wore—The loser's badge and liv'ry heretofore,But now so ordered, that it might be takenBy lookers-on, forsaking as forsaken:20And now and thenA careless smile broke forth, which spoke his mind,And seem'd to say she might have been more kind.When this (dear Jack) I saw,Thought I,25How weak is lover's law!The bonds made there (like gipsies' knots) with easeAre fast and loose, as they that hold them please.B. But was the fair nymph's praise or power less,That led him captive now to happiness,30'Cause she did not a foreign aid despise,But enter'd breaches made by others' eyes?S.The gods forbid!There must be some to shoot and batter down,Others to force and to take in the town.35To hawks (good Jack) and heartsThere mayBe sev'ral ways and arts:One watches them perchance, and makes them tame;Another, when they're ready, shews them game.40