Report me and my cause aright.

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.

While we lie tumbling in the hay.

My story starts at sea... a perilous voyage to an unknown land... a shipwreck... The wild waters roar and heave... The brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned... all save one... a lady... whose soul is greater than the ocean... and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace... Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story... for she will be my heroine for all time. And her name will be... Viola.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.