Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

We Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars; As If We Were Villians By Compulsion.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.