Love is a smoke made with the fume of...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.William Shakespeare, Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 1.
