For some reason, when I started writing, this old-style english was most natural and required the least effort... I actually kind of forgot about until going back through my old writing. This here is just a dialog; it is presented as if taken from a play, but no play exists to house it.

What is right, my friend, why there is but one thing that is right, and that is love.
It seems natural to hear it.
Clearly, but it is much more than natural to hear, it is natural to see.  To taste, to feel, to know with all your God-given appendages.
Do tell, so that I may know.
What is but, the aim of man?
Aye, but that I knew, I would be a happy man.  It be the burden of priests, the lament of the young, the weight of the old.
Love, love is the aim of man.  To love woman, to love camaraderie, to love society, to love children.
I do not love children.  They doth offend my ears.  If not their screaming, their pointy fingers pinch and pull, nay, children I bear no love.
Good man, but weren’t you not a child once.
Aye, and a foul one at that, perhaps the foulest.
I see.  And twas not fair Rebecca once a child?
Aye, a most beauteous girl from whence she blossomed.  Ah, you think you’ve tricked me.  Tis love that makes me your fool, I am not accountable.
Good man, I believe I was about to make such a point on the nature of ‘right’ that it would be a shame to forget it.
By all means then, out with the truth.
Ah, I was speaking on the aim of man.  The aim of man is to produce children.
I blanche at it.  The foul creatures do stink something awful.
Regardless of rank, without children our great societies would soon fade to ghosts.
Frightening.  I mean children or ghosts, the options are not appealing.  But do continue, I mean not to interrupt brilliance.
I see why your ears be the favored target of rash urchins.
Do not consort with them, I warn you I have sworn to spank their kind with free hand.
As I was saying, children are the one lasting commodity.
I’d prefer pork bellies myself.
With procreation of such a vital importance is it no wonder we are invested with such amorous compulsions.
Tis the truth that my love for Rebecca would drive me to children, as much as it’would pain me.
Therefore love is the one right, love of women breeds children with which we build our future society.
Ah, but what of love of man?
Ah, love of thy fellow, upholds the society.
But what of hate, why should I hate my fellow?
That’s just it, you shouldn’t, and that is why hate is wrong.
I think I see.  So if I were to strike you, it would be wrong because it would subvert the fraternal structure of our society.
Exactly.
And I would be better suited lulling the fair Rebecca within my bedchambers?
Ah…
Good man, then I take it at your word and I am off.