I Say There Is No Darkness But

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.