All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.
If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.