I am wildly, hopelessly and quite unclerically crazy about you!

Long may each zone its wealth profusely pour / Upon her laplike, peace-protected shore!

The Apostle expressly forbiddeth servants to purloin (Titus 2:10).

[…] again and again as if she could not tear herself away, yet each time dancing farther forward, swaying to and fro. Finally, her arms raised, she began twirling around, faster and faster, as if she were trying to outspin time itself.