Love Has Nothing To Do With Good

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

She Had Always Been Fond Of History, And Here [in Rome] Was History In The Stones Of The Street And The Atoms Of The Sunshine.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

Oxford Lends Sweetness To Labour And Dignity To Leisure.

I'm Yours For Ever--for Ever And Ever. Here I Stand; I'm As Firm As A Rock. If You'll Only Trust Me, How Little You'll Be Disappointed. Be Mine As I Am Yours.