I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.