A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned by the interchangement of your rings, And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony.
The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Patch up thine old body for heaven.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.