An Epithalamium lyrics
by Henry Purcell
Thrice happy lovers, may you be
For ever, ever free
From the tormenting devil, Jealousy
From all the anxious cares and Strife
That attends a married Life:
Be to one another true
Kind to her as she's to you
And since the Errors of this Night are past
May he be ever Constant, she be ever chaste