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A Song
Laugh at loving if you will,
But no laughing Love can kill!
Still he reigns in maidens' eyes,
Conquers with a sweet surprise,
And still, though all the world is dark and sleeps,
Love like a sunbeam through the shadow creeps,
And gentle hearts in warmest passion steeps.
But no laughing Love can kill!
Still he reigns in maidens' eyes,
Conquers with a sweet surprise,
And still, though all the world is dark and sleeps,
Love like a sunbeam through the shadow creeps,
And gentle hearts in warmest passion steeps.
Cities he will overskip,
For he loves a country lip,
That no shame nor lying sears,
And an eye undimmed with tears:
So oft you'll find him at the country fairs,
Where kirtled Prudence sells her homely wares,
Fresh crocks of butter or ripe Katherine pears.
For he loves a country lip,
That no shame nor lying sears,
And an eye undimmed with tears:
So oft you'll find him at the country fairs,
Where kirtled Prudence sells her homely wares,
Fresh crocks of butter or ripe Katherine pears.
Laugh at loving as you may,
Love will laugh another day!
If he laugh not, you shall weep
For his favour, ere you sleep!
Bring to his altar, then,—in time be wise,—
Bring Venus' apples, that poor lover's prize,
And pansies, softer than their mistress' eyes!
Love will laugh another day!
If he laugh not, you shall weep
For his favour, ere you sleep!
Bring to his altar, then,—in time be wise,—
Bring Venus' apples, that poor lover's prize,
And pansies, softer than their mistress' eyes!
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