why, then, o brawling 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-waking sleep, that is not what it is
this love feel i, that feel no love in this.
shakespeare
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