Marriage is a matter of more worth than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace.
Thy promises are like Adonis’ gardens That one day bloom’d and fruitful were the next.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter’s wheel.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.