“
My good Lysander!
I swear to thee by Cupid’s strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,
And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen
When the false Troyan under sail was seen,
By all the vows that ever men have broke
In number more than ever women spoke,
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.
”
”
William Shakespeare (Shakespeare's a Midsummer Night's Dream: In the Original Modern English)