adore

Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

It is obvious to everyone that Gerry adores Heather.

"I ought to arise and go forth with timbrels and with dances; but, do you know, I am not inclined to revels? There has been a little—just a very little bit too much festivity so far …. Not that I don't adore dinners and gossip and dances; not that I do not love to pervade bright and glittering places.[…]"

[…] and likewise on her hed

A Chapelet of sundry flowers she wore,

From vnder which the deawy humour shed,

Did tricle downe her haire, like to the hore

Congealed litle drops, which doe the morne adore.