“That was how long ago?”
“O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?”
“I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.”
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”
“Once upon a time and long ago, in fact so long ago that I couldn't have been there, and I wasn't there, but I'll tell you anyways: once upon a time and long ago...”
“Yet come to me in dreams, that I may liveMy very life again though cold in death;Come back to me in dreams, that I may givePulse for pulse, breath for breath:Speak low, lean low,As long ago, my love, how long ago”