Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!