Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.

Hatred is the madness of the heart

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.