"here is much to do with hate , but more with love.
why then , O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything of nothing first crate!
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."
(romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare)