Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.