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Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything 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 I feel that feel no love in this.
William Shakespeare, in Romeo and Juliet, 1, i, 173-180
Publicado em 19 de Abril de 2005