Wear not the mask of Love upon thy face, For fear my eye discern; ’twere better veil The sweet serenity Love’s eye would trace, Than with its gloze to make his visage stale.

We headed toward the ocean.

He looks like he's got it, maybe. Listen to those kids! There's no maybe about it. That's it, that's the sound.

In addition, he had multiple neurofibromas distributed within the ileopsoas and gluteus muscles and subcutaneous tissues.