There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
By Heaven, I love thee better than myself
I am that merry wanderer of the night.