"So smile the heavens upon this holy act /That after-hours with sorrow chide us not." (ii. vi)
"Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can, /It cannot countervail the exchange of joy /That one short minute gives me in her sight. /Do thou but close our hands with holy words, /Then love-devouring death do what he dare; /It is enough I may but call her mine." (ii. vi)
"These violent delights have violent ends /And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, /Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey /Is loathsome in his own deliciousness /And in the taste confounds the appetite. /Therefore love moderately. / Long love doth so. /Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." (ii. vi)
"Here comes the lady. Oh, so light a foot /Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. /A lover may bestride the gossamers /That idles in the wanton summer air, /And yet not fall. So light is vanity." (ii. VI)
"Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, /Brags of his substance, not of ornament. /They are but beggars that can count their worth. /But my true love is grown to such excess /I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth." (ii. VI)
"Come, come with me, and we will make short work. /For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone /Till holy church incorporate two in one." (ii. VI)