Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
And a silver sixpence in her shoe.

Marry on Monday for health,
Tuesday for wealth,
Wednesday the best day of all,
Thursday for crosses,
Friday for losses, and
Saturday for no luck at all.

Married when the year is new, he'll be loving, kind and true.
When February birds do mate, You wed nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow, joy and sorrow both you'll know.
Marry in April when you can, Joy for Maiden and for Man.
Marry in the month of May, and you'll surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses grow, over land and sea you'll go.
Those who in July do wed, must labour for their daily bred.
Whoever wed in August be, many a change is sure to see
Marry in September's shrine, your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry.
If you wed in bleak November, only joys will come, remember.
When December snows fall fast, marry and true love will las

White chosen right
Blue love will be true
Yellow ashamed of her fellow
Red wish herself dead
Black wish herself back
Grey travel far away
Pink of you he'll always think
Green ashamed to be seen

Be the Queen of your husband's home.
May your husband glorify your virtues -
conduct yourself in such a way that you win your mother-in-law's love,
and be in the good books of your sisters-in-law.

 

The ring for marriage within a year;
The penny for wealth, my dear;
The thimble for an old maid or bachelor born;
The button for sweethearts all forlorn.

Where ever you be Gaius, I will be Gaia.  
This is the phrase that the bride says to her husband when he asks her name, just before entering their home bearing his bride in his arms.