Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

Love is a golden bubble full of dreams,
That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes.

---From “Hero and Leander, Sestiad III

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove

All live to die, and rise to fall.