Hail Matrimony, made of Love!

Hail Matrimony, made of Love!
To thy wide gates how great a drove
On purpose to be yok'd do come;
Widows & maids & Youths also,
That lightly trip on beauty's toe,
Or sit on beauty's bum.

Hail fingerfooted lovely Creatures!
The females of our human Natures,
Formed to suckle all Mankind.
Tis you that come in time of need,
Without you we shoud never Breed,
Or any Comfort find.

For if a Damsel's blind or lame,
Or Nature's hand has crooked her frame,
Or if she's deaf, or is wall-eyed;
Yet, if her heart is well inclined,
Some tender lover she shall find
That panteth for a Bride.

The universal Poultice this,
To cure whatever is amiss
In damsel or in Widow gay!
It makes them smile, it makes them skip;
Like Birds, just cured of the pip,
They chirp & hop away.

Then come, ye maidens! come, ye swains!
Come & be cured of all your pains
In Matrimony's Golden cage —