William Shakespeare Unrequited Quotations

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.