Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love. 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.
