The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
For you and I are past our dancing days.
In delay there lies no plenty.