And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.