Description of Love
Posted by Anju, Mon Jan 12 15:12:00 UTC 2009
I love this from Ralegh the poet.
Description of Love
Now what is love? I pray thee, tell. It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell. It is perhaps the sauncing bell That tolls all into heaven or hell: And this is love, as I hear tell.
Yet what is love? I pray thee say. It is a work on holy-day; It is December matched with May; When lusty bloods, in fresh array, Hear ten months after of the play: And this is love, as I hear say.
Yet what is love? I pray thee sain. It is a sunshine mixed with rain; It is a tooth-ache, or like pain; It is a game where none hath gain; The lass saith no, and would full fain: And this is love, as I hear sain.
Yet what is love? I pray thee say. It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray; It is a thing will soon away; Then take the vantage while you may: And this is love, as I hear say.
Yet what is love, I pray thee show. A thing that creeps, it cannot go; A prize that passeth to and fro; A thing for one, a thing for mo; And he that proves must find it so: And this is love, sweet friend, I trow.
