unslipping

To hold you in perpetual amity ,
To make you brothers , and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot , take Antony
Octavia to his wife , whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men ;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter . By this marriage
All little jealousies , which now seem great ,
And all great fears , which now import their dangers ,
Would then be nothing . Truths would be tales ,
Where now half-tales be truths . Her love to both
Would each to other and all loves to both
Draw after her . Pardon what I have spoke ,
For ’tis a studied , not a present thought ,
By duty ruminated .