The Ills of Being in Love

In love are all these ills: suspicions, quarrels,
Wrongs, reconcilements, war, and peace again.
Things thus uncertain, if by Reason's rules
You'd certain make, it were as wise a task
To try with reason to run mad.
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Terence
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