I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

If your mind dislike anything obey it

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!