When I was at home I was in a better place
Man and wife, being two, are one in love.
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.
Can we outrun the heavens?
See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.