Though i am young, and cannot tell
Either what Death or Love is well
Yet i have heard they both bear darts,
And both do aim at human hearts
And then again, i have been told
Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;
So that i fear they do but bring
Extremes to touch, and mean one thing.

As in ruin we it call
One thing to be blown up, or fall;
Or to our end like way may have
By a flash of lightning, or a wave
So Love's inflamed shaft or brand
May kill as soon as Death's cold hand;
Except Love's fires the virtue have
To fright the frost out of the grave.

Ben Jonson 1640-41