- For Teachers
Speaking of Spring and lovers...
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me. ("Now sleeps the Crimson Petal")
In "The King and I" the King of Siam's response to this was "English girls are so acrobatic!?"