I Do Desire We May

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

But Indeed An Old Religious Uncle Of Mine Taught Me To Speak, Who Was In His Youth An Inland Man; One That Knew Courtship Too Well, For There He Fell In Love. I Have Heard Him Read Many Lectures Against It; And I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched With So Many Giddy Offenses As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Sex Withal.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.