Apollo:Shall we have no cupid in our bone that we may not Love again for eternity? Lady Beatrice:Far be it. Apollo:Thy eyes shall melt me a crimson for a favour pelted from haven's thigh,when thou shalt blinks errily and spoilt me a pleasure when they tease me crotchety beyond my culpability. Lady Beatrice:What more,what less shall i offer thee my Prince charming?Barnished from my thirst my rapacious self till my courtship forever lives likes in thy heart?What more shall i offer thee than this dews of beetlebrows by innermost impulses,benediction flowing on my couch meshed away for acicular grimdeath with tenderness of heart?The world is brood broad with love and wide with love and those who care to love can lust for love and love forever.There is no enmity in the winds beyond the acrimony of heart.Apollo thy love from the Sun springeth,they love like the morning dew,never sleeps at night awakes all dawns andno sloth nor infidel of love could have it stolen even now in the most delirious canyon.