In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.
Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.