Happy Is The Bride That The Sun

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.