The Hand That Hath Made You Fair

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.