A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.