Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
~ William Shakespeare.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
~ William Shakespeare.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
~ William Shakespeare.
