But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity,

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

Give Me My Sin Again.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.