But there comes a point when / When we exhale (yeah, yeah, say) / Shoop, shoop, shoop / Shoo be doop shoop shoop (yeah).

Swiftly the news, / The dolorous sad news, because ’twas sad, / To Athens came. It reached the queen as she / Sweetful reclined within her room, and mused / Upon the thwarting of her love:[…]

[…] a step, that could not be taken with the least hope of ever obtaining pardon from or reconciliation with any of my friends; […]

He plugged on steadily, unmindful of where he was going. He was aboil with perturbation.