‘I have a great mind to break all your gashly images about the head of your fine Miss, in her silks and satins;’—mistaking his lay-figure for a living model of the highest sort.

[W]hosoever, at the proper worth, / Apprises worldly honour and repute, / Esteems it nobler to die honoured man / Beneath Mannaia, than live centuries / Disgraced in the eye o' the world.

Which side has kick-off?

I'm all for earthy romance. I know a lot of folks abhor schmoopiness, and I'm not comfortable with the term schmoopy, but I'd love to see some long romantic kisses, or just one.