As Good Luck Would Have It.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

Now Old Desire Doth In His Deathbed Lie, And Young Affection Gapes To Be His Heir; That Fair For Which Love Groan'd For And Would Die, With Tender Juliet Match'd, Is Now Not Fair.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!