Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

The eyes shout what the lips fear to say.

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

Time's thievish progress to eternity.

This done he took the bride about the neck - and kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting, all the church did echo