’Call it not, love, for Love to heaven is fled,
Since sweating Lust on earth usurp’d his name;
Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;
Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,
As caterpillars do the tender leaves.
’Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But Lusts effect is tempest after sun;
Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
Taken from Shakespeare's Venus and Adonis, those words above are the lines spoken by Adonis, a young boy who calls himself “green” and “too young” for love. But Venus clearly doesn't agree with him on that matter. She has great love for him – or, as Adonis says, Lust.
It's actually interesting to read how Adonis defines the difference between love and lust. He first says that people usually mistake 'lust' for 'love', as if lust “usurp'd his [Love's] name.” But in later lines he tells Venus some differences between love and lust. I personally love the last line: “Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.”
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