Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
爱是叹息扬起的尘;
爱人的眼里有它净化的星火光点;
爱人的眼泪是它撞起的海潮.
它也是最睿智的狂野,哽喉的苦,
无法品尝的蜜。
——莎士比亚
