Eternal love made me.
How come I never meet any nice girls?
Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
Deed done is well begun.
As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.