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This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.