Good will is aboue Gould.
True love is the bond of peace.
A virtuous wife preserveth life.
Let our contest bee who loves best.
No chance prevents the Lord’s intents.
I joy in thee, joy thou in me.
And this also will pass away.
Fear God, honour the Prince,
Lye still Joan, and don’t wince.
If thee dosn’t work, thee shasn’t eat.
(From Monmouthshire.)
From the ‘Card of Courtship; or, The Language of Love, fitted to the Humours of all Degrees, Sexes, and Conditions,’ 1653:
Thou art my star, be not irregular.