We must follow, not force Providence.
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
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.
For this relief, much thanks
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.