Because he stole her book
Because he ignored her
Because he made fun of her about her looks
Because he got her into trouble
Because he pushed her in the lake
I'll put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes!
The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Jack shall have Jill, Nought shall go ill.........
If we shawdows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended......