“How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
And shudd’ring fear, and green-eyed jealousy!
O love, be moderate; allay thy ecstasy;
In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess!
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less
For fear I surfeit!”
— “The Merchant of Venice,” Portia; Act III, Scene II, 110-116 (via gregallyn)

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