• Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
    But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
    Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
    Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
    Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
    Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

    William Shakespeare (1826). “The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare”, p.43