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Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. For, thou betraying me, I do betray My Shakespeare, William
There is no great genius without some touch of madness. [fr. On Tranquility of the Mind]Seneca, Lucius Annaeus