Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

I Sat Me Down To Watch Upon A Bank With Ivy Canopied And Interwove With Flaunting Honeysuckle.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

Solitude Is Sometimes The Best Society.