Thy Head Is As Full

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.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.