Sweets To The Sweet.

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.