Clemente Bondi (1742–1821)

Translated by James Glassford, of Dougalston

SHE whom you loved and chose, is now your bride,

The gift of heaven, and to your trust consigned;

Honour her still, though not with passion blind;

And in her virtue, though you watch, confide.

Be to her youth a comfort, guardian, guide,

In whose experience she may safety find;

And whether sweet or bitter be assigned,

The joy with her, as well as pain, divide.

Yield not too much if reason disapprove;

Nor too much force; the partner of your life

Should neither victim be, nor tyrant prove.

Thus shall that rein, which often mars the bliss

Of wedlock, scarce be felt; and thus your wife

Ne’er in the husband shall the lover miss.