There's Hope A Great Man's

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Thy Husband Is Thy Lord, Thy Life, Thy Keeper, Thy Head, Thy Sovereign; One That Cares For Thee, And For Thy Maintenance Commits His Body To Painful Labour Both By Sea And Land, To Watch The Night In Storms, The Day In Cold, Whilst Thou Liest Warm At Home, Secure And Safe; And Craves No Other Tribute At Thy Hands But Love, Fair Looks And True Obedience; Too Little Payment For So Great A Debt.

Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.