Love is like whoa! Actually, it's closer to woe.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.