True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With

Now The Fair Goddess, Fortune, Fall Deep In Love With Thee, And Her Great Charms Misguide Thy Opposers' Swords!

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.