[…] 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.

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

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.

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