And certainly I dare right well say this, Hyméneus, that god of wedding is, Saw never his life so merry a wedded man. Hold thou thy peace, thou poet Marcian, 2868 That writest us that ilkë 2869 wedding merry Of her Philology and him Mercúry, And of the songës that the Muses sung; Too small is both thy pen, and eke thy tongue, For to describen of this marriáge. When tender youth hath wedded stooping age, There is such mirth that it may not be writ; Assay it yourëself, then may ye wit 2870 If that I lie or no in this mattére.