“Love is not to be reason'd down, or lost
In high ambition, and a thirst of greatness;
'Tis second life, it grows into the soul,
Warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.”

—  Joseph Addison , book Cato

Act I, scene i.
Cato, A Tragedy (1713)

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politician, writer and playwright 1672–1719

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