O, know’st thou not his looks are my soul’s food?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Two Gentlemen of Verona
Perhaps a longwinded way of announcing that the e-book version of John Foulcher’s Light Pressure for Kindle is now available in the emporium.