[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.