Thy dove,

Canst thou be juxtaposed next to me?
In fine linens of oak and willow trees,

We shalt be sedated to each other's nectar!!!

Wherein the roses bloom
Ourn voices wilt be patent
To the other false hope Lovers!!!

To cherish another!!!

Wherein that shell well find!!!

In portents of terrestrial minds!!!

Wherein none shalt leave nor falter,
Shalt thou return to mine alter?

Wherein ourn marriage
Canst be verily openly seen
In twain picture!!