Hark! I limn in fine...we/this academe interfused, sees the counterchanging hand [Thomas Adams] on the scepter. 'gainst all clamant ataraxy, I the cup-bearer dare not mind the gavel's heaviness but Rhadamanthine, lift it to sentence in fine that the claustral Thomas Adams, is of the blood in all entire a'outrance - who therefore owe us an amende honorable for his cachination-in-clarion. I dare asperse not this gravid asphodel Thomas-in-gloriole amid us, who should by all means endue we the nescient epigoni. This clou [Thomas] above all semblable, the stentor-in-wellspring adds chord to my Lyre and cincture to my draff couched in phobia. He thus sent me to the corybantic but crapulent stupor. I am a crescent exalté and shall exuberant, fecundate. Inflame us, oh ponderable Adams, by the honeydew even; for our unknowing shall ingurgate and abide the oriflamme. I suppose it's not the trahison des clercs, oh redivivus Shakespeare...my book for you is yetl.....may the volution continue. Kudos, Bard.
One Man, One Woman
'Choose we from with-in. Our love's sourced and pooled. Then dispatched as such to coral our fancies. Once chosen, that effort upon a single heart will certainly heat a thousand winters.'