It Is A Sin To Be A

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

A Contract Of Eternal Bond Of Love, Confirm'd By Mutual Joinder Of Your Hands, Arrested By The Holy Close Of Lips, Strength'ned By The Interchangement Of Your Rings, And All The Ceremony Of This Compact Seal'd In My Function, By My Testimony.