Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Good wine needs no bush.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Silence is the perfect herald of joy.