English poem
Bride
by Samuel Rowlands (1598–1630)
Besse, of such shapes, when your turne coms to marry A carefull mynd, in choyse of husband beare, For if your browes from former smothnes varry, Thinke on this speach, It commeth with a feare: Which I am past, perplexe me no feare can. Being sure I haue a constant honest man.