The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

Thy Husband Is Thy Lord, Thy Life, Thy Keeper, Thy Head, Thy Sovereign; One That Cares For Thee, And For Thy Maintenance Commits His Body To Painful Labour Both By Sea And Land, To Watch The Night In Storms, The Day In Cold, Whilst Thou Liest Warm At Home, Secure And Safe; And Craves No Other Tribute At Thy Hands But Love, Fair Looks And True Obedience; Too Little Payment For So Great A Debt.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

To Move Is To Stir, And To Be Valiant Is To Stand; Therefore, If Tou Art Mov'd, Thou Runst Away. (to Be Angry Is To Move, To Be Brave Is To Stand Still. Therefore, If You're Angry, You'll Run Away.)

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do