The Small Amount Of Foolery Wise Men

If You Shall Marry, You Give Away This Hand, And This Is Mine; You Give Away Heaven's Vows, And Those Are Mine; You Give Away Myself, Which Is Known Mine; For I By Vow Am So Embodied Yours That She Which Marries You Must Marry Me-- Either Both Or None.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.