He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningDefinition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
Elizabeth Barrett Browning