@3Shep.@1 TELL me, dearest, what is love? @3Nymph:@1 'Tis a lightning from above, 'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire, 'Tis a toy they call desire; 'Tis a smile that doth beguile The poor hearts of men that prove: @3Shep.@1 Tell me more: Are women true? @3Nymph.@1 Some love change, and so do you. @3Shep.@1 Are they fair, and ever kind? @3Nymph.@1 Yes, when men turn with every wind. @3Shep.@1 Are they froward? @3Nymph.@1 Ever toward Those that love, to love anew. |