Henceforth I fear not frosty Hiems’ harm,
Though all his bluff besiegers he should bring;
Behold, my bookshelf lodges Ver, the Spring!
POSIES.
—Is this ... the posy of a ring?
Hamlet.
I.
FRIENDSHIP.
I were not worth you, could I long for you;
But should you come, you would find me ready.