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Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in
despair.
C. S. Lewis, 'The Pilgrim's Regress'Love: St. Augustine Quotes
He who is filled with love is filled with God himself.

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How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,

Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!

O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.

That tongue that tells the story of thy days,

Making lascivious comments on thy sport,

Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;

Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.

O! what a mansion have those vices got

Which for their habitation chose out thee,

Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot

And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!

  Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;

  The hardest knife ill-us'd doth lose his edge.

 	--William Shakespeare

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:

  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

  To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

 	--William Shakespeare