Weaponed

"Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d; / Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, / And very sea-mark of my utmost sail."

"[Y]et now, if any two be but once handed in the church and have tasted in any sort of the nuptial bed, let them find themselves never so mistaken in their dispositions through any error, concealment or misadventure, that through their different tempers, thoughts and constitutions they can neither be to one another a remedy against loneliness nor live in any union or contentment all their days, yet they shall, so they be but found suitably weaponed to the least possibility of sensual enjoyment, be made, spite of antipathy, to fadge together, and combine as they may to their unspeakable wearisomeness and despair of all sociable delight in the ordinance which God established to that very end."