“Patience perforce with willful choler meeting/Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting./I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,/Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.”

“And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.”

“You will tell me the quiet story of your day's work, without any object except to give me your thoughts and your life. You will speak of your childhood memories. I shall not understand them very well because You will be able to give me, perforce, only insufficient details, but I shall love your sweet strange language.”

“Meeting you has enriched my life, listening to you has inspired my leadership;I greet the genius in you.”

“I shall never more know the sweet homage given to beauty, youth and grace - for never to any else shall I seem to possess these charms.”

“But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.”