She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed;

I Crave Fit Disposition For My Wife; Due Reference Of Place, And Exhibition; With Such Accommodation, And Besort, As Levels With Her Breeding.

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

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