WE'RE married, they say, and you think you have won me,-
Well, take this white veil from my head, and look on me;
Here's matter to vex you, and matter to grieve you,
Here's doubt to distrust you, and faith to believe you,-
I am all as you see, common earth, common dew;
Be wary, and mould me to roses, not rue!
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very good poem, very entertaining