Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

The human Will, that force unseen,The offspring of a deathless Soul,Can hew the way to any goal,Though walls of granite intervene.

Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried;Then ask God's help; it will not be denied.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood /no more /to man, and love to a woman is life or death.