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There is the heat of Love,
the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper,
irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Iliad (-750)
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
For love deceives the best of woman kind.
Such love
As to his only son, his well-beloved,
The heir to all his wealth, a father shows.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than of war.
Misattributed