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"The Pick," he repeated in a droning liturgical intonation. "The Pick, the Spade, the Fork, the Rake, the Hoe."  
John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands [and the VERY good wheelbarrow!]

Dusty Springfield — I only want to be with you 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6d_2ucCnkA

"Give no more than a hint : this finesse is especially needful when it touches the interest of him whose attention you awaken."
Balthasar Gracián, The Art of Worldly Wisdom, LXVIII It is better to help with Intelligence than with Memory.

"John was delving in his memory for something; something important. There had been several patches of yellow 
marigolds along the path they had followed and these had excited a tantalising feeling in his mind that he could 
not fathom. Those gleaming yellow flowers kept leading his memory to the verge of something and then deserting 
him and turning into a blur of blackness!"
John Cowper Powys, A Glastonbury Romance, 1932 [John Crow].

"And I resent these pranks no more. I to such blockheads set my wit, And damn you all—Go, go, you're bit!"
Jonathan Swift, On the World [Varric lopsided, his brother Bartrand was saved.]
 
It was very clear that Qunari, Rivain, Antiva & Ferelden nationals nor Carta dwarves could suit her purpose. 

"The vessel is in port. He has got the prize he has been trying for all his life. The bird has come in at last. There it 
is with its head on his shoulder, billing and cooing close up to his heart, with soft outstretched fluttering wings."
William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair, Chapter 67 Which Contains Births, Marriages, and Deaths.
 
"The river weeds below the tide that bore them on, gleamed emerald green in the warm sunshine. Across and between 
the weeds, darted shoals of glittering dace their swaying bodies sometimes white and sometimes slippery black as 
they turned and twisted, rose and sank, hovered and flashed by. Beds of golden marigolds reflected their bright cups 
in the swift water; and here and there, against the brownish clumps of last years reeds, they caught passing glimpses 
of pale, delicate-tinged cuckoo flowers."
John Cowper Powys, A Glastonbury Romance, 1932 [Cynic John Crow courts his cousin Mary Crow.]

Sofia snatched Fen'Harel from blood mage Sketchy & her delivery to Donnic initiates courtship of a dragon.