Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light?

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

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.

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.