Sunshine after rain...

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,

But Lust's 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.

 

[William Shakespeare, "Venus and Adonis"(799-804), Adonis]

 

Done