With marriage reasons I would put them down.

_Prudence_.

Kinke sisters all, now I haue heard the _Bride_,
Will you haue my opinion, not to flatter,
Sure I am turning to the wedding side,
I heare such good sound reason for the matter:
Let _Grace_, _Doll_, _Besse_, and _Susan_, _Mary_, _Iane_,
Leade apes in hell, I am not of their vaine.

As sure as death ile ioyne my selfe with man,
For I perswade me tis a happy life,
Ile be a Bride vvith all the speede I can,
It's vvonder how I long to be a vvife:
_Grace_ heer's good counsell, had you grace to take it
_Susan_ tis sound, oh _Besse_ doe not forfake it.

Good husband-men vve see doe euer vse,
To chuse for forfit those that breede the best,
And none vvill keepe bad breeders that can chuse,
Euen so your fowlers that often brood the nest,
Are most esteem'd, & their kinds worthiest thoght
All barren things, by all are counted nought.

Who plantes an orchard vvith vnfruitfull trees,
None but a madman so vvill vvast his ground,
Or vvho sowes corne vvhere onely sand he sees,
Assured that there vvill no increase be found:
And in a vvord all that the vvorld containes,