So smile the heavens upon this holy actThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can,It cannot countervail the exchange of joy5That one short minute gives me in her sight.
Good even to my ghostly confessor. As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Here comes the lady. Oh, so light a footWill ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.A lover may bestride the gossamersThat idles in the wanton summer air,20And yet not fall. So light is vanity
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breathThis neighbor air, and let rich music’s tongueUnfold the imagined happiness that bothReceive in either by this dear encounter.
Come, come with me, and we will make short work.For, by your leaves, you shall not stay aloneTill holy church incorporate two in one.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,Brags of his substance, not of ornament.They are but beggars that can count their worth.But my true love is grown to such excessI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.