Prue Cooper Slipware
Events
 
If Ever two were one, then surely we; If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. My Love is Fix'd, I will not Range, I Like my Choice Too Well to Change A trifle for a friend Friendship, virtue, every grace, Dwelling in this happy place Many are the Stars I see But in my eye no Star like Thee
Whatever the weather
We'll brave it together Whither Thou Goest, I will go Friendship redoubleth joys
And cutteth griefs in halves Still I love thee as thou art
Ancient person of my heart My true love hath my heart and I have his - 
There never was a better bargain driven