Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed,

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.