* Expressions of affection as defined by another nephew: My sister was sitting on the couch with her 3 year old lying beside her. He kept hitting her with his feet until, exasperated, she told him to stop kicking her. He responded, "I'm not, I'm just hugging you with my toes."
* A Romantic Poet: Richard Lovelace
Richard Lovelace was a cavalier poet who lived from 1617-1657. This is my favourite portrait of him, a picture which seems to reinforce Anthony Wood's (a contemporary of his) description of him: "the most amiable and beautiful person that ever eye beheld; a person also of innate modesty, virtue and courtly deportment, which made him then, but especially after, when he retired to the great city, much admired and adored by the female sex".
A lot of Lovelace's poetry was influenced by his life experiences. For example, he wrote To Luccasta, Going To the Warres after serving in the Bishop Wars in 1639-40. It contains a few lines which may be familiar to many even if they're not familiar with his poetry:
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more.
Perhaps even more well known is a portion of his poem To Althea, From Prison which he wrote after being imprisoned for his support of King Charles I during the English Civil War:
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage
Amarantha sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair!
As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee, let it fly!
Let it fly as unconfined
As its calm ravisher the wind,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o'er that spicy nest.
Every tress must be confest,
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clew of golden thread
Most excellently ravelled.
Do not then wind up that light
In ribbands, and o'ercloud in night,
Like the Sun in 's early ray;
But shake your head, and scatter day!