I 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
Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
Whoso loves, believes in the impossible
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.