Now What Is A Wedding? Well, Webster's

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

She Spoke And Loosened From Her Bosom The Embroidered Girdle Of Many Colors Into Which All Her Allurements Were Fashioned. In It Was Love And Int Desire Which Steals The Mind Even Of The Wise.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.