
I'm not sure it'll come in that handy...
Your kindnesses, however, are priceless to me.
For you.
Mwah!

From John Keats (Junkets):
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me,
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled...
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled...