Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
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SONG XII. |
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SONG XII.
I
Love is a Bauble;No man is able
To say, it is This, or 'tis That:
An idle Passion,
Of such a fashion,
'Tis like I cannot tell what.
II
Fair in the Cradle,Foul in the Saddle,
Always too cold, or too hot;
An errant Lyar,
Fed by desire;
It is, and yet it is not.
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III
Love is a FellowClad all in yellow,
The Canker-worm of the mind;
A privy mischief,
And such a sly Thief,
No man knows where him to find.
IV
Love is a Wonder;'Tis here, and 'tis yonder,
'Tis common to all men, we know;
A very Cheater,
Ev'ry ones better;
Then hang him, and let him go.
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