Love According To Valentine

{Valentine}
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans,
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth
With twenty watchful, tedious nights.
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

"The Two Gentlemen of Verona" 1.1 (Act I. Scene I)

My thoughts: Sometimes I feel this way.