"I pray thee, chide not. Her I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. The other did not so."
Oh, she knew well "Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me. In one respect I'll thy assistant be. For this alliance may so happy prove. To turn your housesholds' rancor to pure love."
"So smile the heavens upon this holy act. That after-hours with sorrow chide us not."