Sighed and looked, and sighed again.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy

I don't know who sighed more after she hit that first 3, me or her, but that's been a long time coming. We're going to need that if we're going to stay down here very long.

For a while it looked as if things were going to be irreconcilable. Getting it down to six was the hard graft.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.