kindred’s vault, Meaning to keep off that word, Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort you. I wot well where I am for you. It is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou happy. The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend, nor the world’s law; The world affords no law to make me old. Shame come to take her from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty Still blush,