Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.