This only let me speak in my defense: I never hop’d a secret flight from hence, Much less pretended to the lawful claim Of sacred nuptials, or a husband’s name.
The nuptials he disclaims I urge no more: Let him pursue the promis’d Latian shore.
The fifty nuptial beds (such hopes had he, So large a promise, of a progeny), The posts, of plated gold, and hung with spoils, Fell the reward of the proud victor’s toils.
The queen, determin’d to the fatal deed, The spoils and sword he left, in order spread, And the man’s image on the nuptial bed.
Thou Sun, who view’st at once the world below; Thou Juno, guardian of the nuptial vow; Thou Hecate hearken from thy dark abodes!
Inspir’d with hope, the project they pursue; On ev’ry altar sacrifice renew: A chosen ewe of two years old they pay To Ceres, Bacchus, and the God of Day; Preferring Juno’s pow’r, for Juno ties The nuptial knot and makes the marriage joys.
Restless Amata lay, her swelling breast Fir’d with disdain for Turnus dispossess’d, And the new nuptials of the Trojan guest.
Fir’d with her love, and with ambition led, The neighb’ring princes court her nuptial bed.
She fills the people’s ears with Dido’s name, Who, lost to honor and the sense of shame, Admits into her throne and nuptial bed A wand’ring guest, who from his country fled: Whole days with him she passes in delights, And wastes in luxury long winter nights, Forgetful of her fame and royal trust, Dissolv’d in ease, abandon’d to her lust.
Now, by those holy vows, so late begun, By this right hand, (since I have nothing more To challenge, but the faith you gave before;) I beg you by these tears too truly shed, By the new pleasures of our nuptial bed; If ever Dido, when you most were kind, Were pleasing in your eyes, or touch’d your mind; By these my pray’rs, if pray’rs may yet have place, Pity the fortunes of a falling race.
Grant that the Fates have firm’d, by their decree, The Trojan race to reign in Italy; At least I can defer the nuptial day, And with protracted wars the peace delay: With blood the dear alliance shall be bought, And both the people near destruction brought; So shall the son-in-law and father join, With ruin, war, and waste of either line.
This let me beg (and this no fates withstand) Both for myself and for your father’s land, That, when the nuptial bed shall bind the peace, (Which I, since you ordain, consent to bless,) The laws of either nation be the same; But let the Latins still retain their name, Speak the same language which they spoke before, Wear the same habits which their grandsires wore.
…had rode, And his first slumber had refresh’d the godThe time when early housewives leave the bed; When living embers on the hearth they spread, Supply the lamp, and call the maids to riseWith yawning mouths, and with half-open’d eyes, They ply the distaff by the winking light, And to their daily labor add the night: Thus frugally they earn their children’s bread, And uncorrupted keep the nuptial bedNot less concern’d, nor at a later hour, Rose from his downy couch the forging pow’r.
I will myself the bridal bed prepare, If you, to bless the nuptials, will be there: So shall their loves be crown’d with due delights, And Hymen shall be present at the rites."
The queen herself, inspir’d with rage divine, Shook high above her head a flaming pine; Then roll’d her haggard eyes around the throng, And sung, in Turnus’ name, the nuptial song: "Io, ye Latian dames! if any here Hold your unhappy queen, Amata, dear; If there be here," she said, who dare maintain My right, nor think the name of mother vain; Unbind your fillets, loose your flowing hair, And orgies and nocturnal rites prepare."
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Whereas the phrase "till death us do part" is one of the more amusing mockeries in the nuptial arrangements of a large proportion of the human race, with wolves it is a simple fact.
Farley Mowat -- Never Cry Wolf
On the wedding night the bride prayed for half an hour beside the bed and then started singing hymns, so Vere departed, foregoing nuptial bliss, and for the rest of her life the poor woman had a sign above her door which read "Unloved.