Accurst be he that first invented war. - Christopher Marlowe

Love always makes those eloquent that have it.

Thou hast committed—
Fornication: but that was in another country;
And besides, the wench is dead.

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.