Tears Are The Noble Language Of The

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.