Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.

I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?