The gentle Lady, loose at randon left, / The greene-wood long did walke, and wander wide / At wilde aduenture, like a forlorne weft,

That being said, if you hurt my boy I will introduce you to a whole new realm of pain and suffering. We're talking stuff that would make Heironymous Bosch shit his britches, capisce?

empty pleasures

We forget what we have learned in the last 60 years. At university I once asked one of my lecturers why he was not talking to us about continental drift and I was told, sneeringly, that if I could I prove there was a force that could move continents, then he might think about it. The idea was moonshine, I was informed.