Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.