unknown author

“ The least propriety in any sense,
Or any joy, that hath his rise from thence.
Like two bright lamps they burn with equal fires,
Each life takes breath from th' other, and expires;
Their interest but one as their desires. ”

“ Is angells' glory fixt to human life.
Without which, wedlock's but a dirty tye,
A profanation, an ungodly lye,
Where fortunes jugle conscience to comply.
Such friendship's a sweet bread, without all leaven,
Love's strongest chayne, a yoake that's sweet and even,
And leads two soules the easyest way to heaven. ”