Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban