Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie,

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!

A Contract Of Eternal Bond Of Love, Confirm'd By Mutual Joinder Of Your Hands, Arrested By The Holy Close Of Lips, Strength'ned By The Interchangement Of Your Rings, And All The Ceremony Of This Compact Seal'd In My Function, By My Testimony.