What anger worse or slower to abate than lovers love when it turns to hate.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable,
Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

Where two discourse, if the one's anger rise, The man who lets the contest fall is wise

All is change; all yields its place and goes

Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour