To A Friend On His Nuptials

When Jove lay bless'd in his Alcm'na's charms, Three nights in one he press'd her in his arms; The sun lay set, and conscious nature strove To shade her god, and to prolong his love. From that auspicious night Alcides came; What less could rise from Jove and such a dame? May this auspicious night with that compare, Nor less the joys, nor less the rising heir, He strong as Jove, she like Alcm'na fair.