This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

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.

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.