Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
Come what may, I have been blest.
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.