God, the best maker of all marriages,Combine your hearts in one.

A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.

You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well

It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd to think to wed it, he is so above me.