Ʋpon my Lord Brohalls Wedding.

IN bed dull man?
When Love and Hymens Revels are begun,
And the Chnrch Ceremonis past and done.
Why who's gone mad to day?
Dull Heretick, thou wouldst say,
He 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 take
The 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 reveal
The hast and eagernesse men have to seal
That long to tell the money.
A sprigg of Willow in his hat he wore,
(The loosers badge and liv'ry heretofore)
But now so ordered that it might be taken
By lookers on, forsaking as forsaken.
And now and then
A careles 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
How weak is Lovers Law?
The bonds made there (like gypsies knots) with ease
Are fast and loose, as they that hold them please.
But was the fair Nymphs praise or power lesse
That led him captive now to happinesse?
'Cause she did not a forreign aid despise,
But enterr'd breaches made by others eyes:
The Gods forbid,
There must be some to shoot and batter down,
Others to force and to take in the Town.
To Hawkes (good Jack) and hearts
There may
Be sev'ral waies and Arts;
One watches them perchance, and makes them tame:
Another, when they're ready, shews them game.