T'is True: There's Magic In The Web

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.

Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

I Do I Know Not What, And Fear To Find Mine Eye Too Great A Flatterer For My Mind. Fate, Show Thy Force. Ourselves We Do Not Owe. What Is Decreed Must Be; And Be This So.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.