When marriage was in all its glory,
So poets, madam, tell the story,
Ere Plutus damp'd love's purer flame,
Or Smithfield bargains had a name,
In heav'n a blooming youth and bride
At Hymen's altars were ally'd;
When Cupid had his Psyché won,
And, all her destin'd labours done,
The cruel Fates their rage relented,
And mamma Venus had consented.