I Am Wealthy In My

If You Shall Marry, You Give Away This Hand, And This Is Mine; You Give Away Heaven's Vows, And Those Are Mine; You Give Away Myself, Which Is Known Mine; For I By Vow Am So Embodied Yours That She Which Marries You Must Marry Me-- Either Both Or None.

There's Nothing Ill Can Dwell In Such A Temple. If The Ill Spirit Have So Fair A House, Good Things Will Strive To Dwell With't

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Omittance Is No Quittance.