Wise Words..

" Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast... Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. " Romeo and Juliet (1.1.197)