Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Barnes Are Blessings.