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Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. William Shakespeare, As You Like It
How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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