Exercise 1

Exercise 2

Exercise 3

Exercise 4 

Exercise 5

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Let us pray.
Father, you have made the bond of marriage a holy mystery, a symbol of Christ's love for his church.
Hear our prayers for Bernard and Lydia through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Goat...Ghost.
One God, for ever and ever.
Amen.
It's his first time. He's a family friend.
Bernard and Lydia,
I shall now ask if you freely undertake the obligations of marriage. Bernard, repeat after me.
- I do solemnly declare...
- I do solemnly declare... that I know not of any lawful impediment...
that I know notof any lawful impediment...
why l, Lydia...
why l, Bernard...
Sorry.
why l, Bernard Godfrey
Saint John Delaney,...
why l, Bernard Geoffrey
St John Delaney,...
may not be joined in matrimony to Lydia John Hibbott.
may not be joined in matrimony to Lydia Jane Hibbott.
Lydia, repeat after me.
- I do solemnly declare...
- I do solemnly declare... that I know not of any lawful impediment... that I know not of any lawful impediment...
why l, Lydia Jane Hibbott,...
why l, Lydia Jane Hibbott,...
may not be johned in matrimony...
may not be joined in matrimony...
to Bernard Geoffrey Sidd... Siddun... Delaney.
to Bernard Geoffrey St John Delaney.
I call upon those persons here present to witness...
I call upon those persons here present to witness...
that l, Bernard... Delaney,...
that l, Bernard Delaney,...
do take thee, Lydia Jane Hibbott,...
do take thee, Lydia Jane Hibbott,...
to be my awful wedded wife.
to be my lawful wedded wife.
That's ri... That's right.
May Almighty God bless you all.
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spigot... Spirit.
Amen.
Bravo!
Thanks.

Exercise 6

Exercise 7

Exercise 8

Exercise 9

'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W H Auden

Exercise 10

Exercise 11