My love's a noble madness.
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.