A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)