To the constant wing of tomorrow's flight,
her wheel, Fortuna doth spin,
Bound both be we by what consequence might;
Allegiance from without, centred within.
close-in the womb of my heart,
Your duty to me, to give yourself whole.
To honour this gift, shall I e'er impart
to keep, whilst sadness console.
Tick though the clocks, they neither resound nor,
By their monotone, restrict our pleasure.
from this day will my love abound, for
You to flower, in limitless measure.
O'er Eternity's step Time's shadow falls,
you and I climb, his progress to stall.