And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.