On May 15, 5:51Â*am, "Stormin Mormon"
wrote:
You know, that sounds Shakesperian. Let me count the ways.
Most of us have done much the same, at some time. The handle
"should" move when tripped. Sometimes they don't.

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Close (by a few centuries) but no cigar. One of the most famous
love poems in the English language. Elizabeth Barrett Browning to her
husband Robert:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday�s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood�s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,�I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!�and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

HB