What Is The City But The People?

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do