CIX.
Think you truly, belov'd, this bond of duty between us,
Lasteth, an ever-new jollity, ne'er to decease?
Grant it, Gods immortal, assure her promise in earnest;
Yea, be the lips sincere; yea, be the words from her heart.
5 So still rightly remain our lovers' charter, a life-long
Friendship in us, whose faith fades not away to the last.