Hearts Will Break - Yet

Physicians Mend Or End Us, Secundum Artem; But Although We Sneer - In Health - When Ill We Call Them To Attend Us, Without The Least Propensity To Jeer

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.