My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.
He that dies this year is quit for the next.
Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.