The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.