"𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔? 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄." Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, 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. | 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮? |