O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.