A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.