Welcome! But Yet No Entrance, Till We Bless First You, Then You, And Both For White Success. Profane No Porch, Young Man And Maid, For Fear Ye Wrong The Threshold-God That Keeps Peace Here: Please Him, And Then All Good-Luck Will Betide You, The Brisk Bridegroom, You, The Dainty Bride. Do All Things Sweetly, And In Comely Wise; Put On Your Garlands First, Then Sacrifice: That Done, When Both Of You Have Seemly Fed, We'll Call On Night, To Bring Ye Both To Bed: Where, Being Laid, All Fair Signs Looking On, Fish-Like, Increase Then To A Million; And Millions Of Spring-Times May Ye Have, Which Spent, One Death Bring To Ye Both One Grave.