We Will Draw The Curtain And Show

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

But Whate'er I Am, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is, With Nothing Shall Be Pleased 'til He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.