Do not forsake me, oh my darlin' / You made that promise when we wed / Do not forsake me, oh my darlin' / Although you're grievin', I can't be leavin' / Until I shoot Frank Miller dead

Methinks a young create of niceness should be less ready to write to one man, when she is designed to be another's.

Thou shalt read the hearts of men as an open writing, and hither and thither shalt thou lead them as thy pleasure listeth.

Before you get all prickly on us, just friends doesn't necessarily mean you're making whoopee together–it simply implies that the friendship is a little, shall we say, complicated. Either a) you used to make whoopee, b) one of you would kinda maybe like to make whoopee, c) you both kind of know you'll eventually make whoopee, or d) you spend so much time together that you may as well be making whoopee–what the hell's stopping you, anyway?