Love begets love. This torment is my joy.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
How delicious is pleasure after torment!
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!
Love and despair go hand in hand.
And love is love in beggars and in kings.
O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!
What a heaven is love! O what a hell!
In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
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