Love comforteth, like sunshine after rain,
But lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
Love surfeits not,; lust like a glutton dies,
Love is all truth; lust full of forged lies.
quote by William Shakespeare
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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