Sanity & Insanity

Damn you, vile woman! You've impeded my work since the day I escaped from your wretched womb.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.