Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs

- Romeo & Juliet (Act 1, Scene 1) 

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2.      Blame Aphrodite
   
                                                  It's no use
        Mother dear, I
                                    can't finish my
        weaving
                You may
        blame Aphrodite
   
        soft as she is
   
                                                   she has almost
        killed me with
        love for that boy
   
                dearest  Sappho       
      
      ~translated by Mary Barnard  ~
   

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