Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?