If suitest thou will for thee, thy will dost be yours.

...and 'tis thee season, whilst prey and foe meet unabashed; willingly throwing summer breezes to their own corners of thy earth. Dost thou summon my courage for anothers? Dost thence whilst thy Turk of such insolence be thy dying request? No - I shant be such a bane! To the one who salvages thou feablest delight! And for once.....retainest thy most poor of quirks.