This Making Of Christians Will Raise The

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

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Say, Thou Art Mine; And Ever, My Love, As It Begins, Shall So Persevere

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.