As Good Luck Would Have It.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To Wed At Leisure.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

All's Well If All Ends Well.