Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.