When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

But now will canker sorrow eat my bud And chase the native beauty from his cheek, And he will look as hollow as a ghost, As dim and meagre as an ague's fit, And so he'll die; and rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting; every wise man's son doth know

The sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it

As two floating planks meet and part on the sea, O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee.

I don't know where you heard the rumors (of annexation), ... I don't know where they got started. In any meeting I've ever been to, we have never mentioned annexation at all. It's never been mentioned.