Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.