Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire / Sprinkled with stars, like Ariadne's tiar: …

[…] My loving kindneſſe, my mercifull diſposition is a great bond, but my faithfulneſſe ſhall binde me also, I will be content to ingage my ſelfe to you, to ingage all that I am, and all that I have to you, that you may certainly confide in me, ſo as you may not onely expect it from my love, but challenge it from my faithfulneſſe.

46 and proud to be a Buffyite. One of the best shows on the tube.

These [spiders] in my office were newborn babies. A hundred scuttering bambinos, each one no bigger than a poppyseed. Too small still for red hourglasses, too small even for red egg timers.