Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been -To public feasts, where meet a public rout - Where they are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out

Where's the face / One would meet in every place? / Where's the voice, however soft, / One would hear so very oft?

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown/ In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities.

There was roast hog, of course, braised mutton, and casserole of the tenderest beef. Platters of trout and salmon gleamed like treasure, dressed with mint and parsley sauces. Dishes of glossy prunes and dates shipped from an unknowable country sat amid roasted apples, delicate custards, and jewel-colored jellies.

The living have no place at the feasts of the dead.