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  • Love why do we one passion call,
    When 'tis a compound of them all?
    Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet,
    In all their equipages meet;
    Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear,
    Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear.

    Jonathan Swift (1843). “Works: Containing Interesting and Valuable Papers Not Hitherto Published”, p.681