But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!. . . This love feel I.