This is the very ecstasy of love,
Whose violent property fordoes itself
And leads the will to desperate undertakings
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak,
I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul;
And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy,
through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman.

"Sensation

Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.