When a man takes an oath, Meg, he's holding his ownself in his own
hands. Like water. And if he opens his fingers then- he needn't hope to
find himself again.
-- Robert Bolt from A Man For All Seasons
I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet;
must I soil them again?
When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred
within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]....