All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind

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

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.