That love’s pain is a pain of love returned,

The pain of love must come from being loved.

D. O, most adorable simplicity!

Before thy lover, too! St. Nicholas,

What wilt thou say?

N.Beshrew my science now,

If Lady Laura have not hit the mark.

’Tis vulgar error that would make distinction

’Twixt pain and joy; which are, as life and death,

Inseparables. The shadowed images