What sweeter bliss and what more blessed state
Can be imagined than a loving heart,
But for the torment which Man suffers, that
Suspicion, sinister and deep, that smart,
That aching wretchedness, that malady,
That frenzied rage, which we call jealousy? (Ludovico Ariosto)

What sweeter bliss and what more blessed state Can be imagined than a loving heart, But for the torment which Man suffers, that Suspicion, sinister and deep, that smart, That aching wretchedness, that malady, That frenzied rage, which we call jealousy?

Ludovico Ariosto

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