There is no woman's sides can bide the beating of so strong a passion as love doth give my heart.

Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die.

Confine?

Thou knowest no less but all I have unclasped to thee, the book even of my secret soul.

Now, from the beginning...

So you go find the gas passer, and you have him premedicate this patient.

I, Francis MacKenzie Bledsoe, being of sound mind and body,