Why then, O browling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
still-weaking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet (I,1)

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