Can it be I failed to see that lust and trust share amity? Can the love who I once spurned be the dearest man discerned?
CLUTTERBUCK: Drink to me only with your eyes and my intoxication shall be wise. I will not stagger, nor regret a surfeit of caroused duet. Let us quaff a mellow kiss and I’ ll be worthy, I promise. I will not reel, inebriate,