Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.