For women fear too much, even as they love,

For women fear too much, even as they love,
For women’s fear and love hold quantity,
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now what my love is, proof hath made you know,
And as my love is sized, my fear is so.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
(Hamlet 3.2)

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