Absence From Those We Love Is Self

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.