“For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.”
Che amar chi t'odia, ell'è impossibil cosa.
Polinice, II, 4; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 464.
“My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.”
Stanza 1.
The Definition of Love (1650-1652)
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