Shakespeare
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
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- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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