For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

I may command where I adore.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.