so glad not living in THOSE dark ages, always looking cold and wet. Gotta admit the language used back then was nice:
"My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die." (Isolde, reading)
