| [What is love] |
| What is love, but a mischievous game play�d Hotly and with passion, for low estates Among children, fam�lies, lovers, states, Taking its substance among its stray�d Proponents who, failing, rail at the fates Unfailingly, to grant what their fruits deny; Rash promises bind ever tighter the tie, Plaiting a single coin of lust and hate. O man! O woman! Leave this useless sigh Solely to those who fear to test the grade; Each child of man is given to look high � Howe�er, to climb, the stairs must first be laid. Only look up! The sky remains the sky Now secure your footing � has one star stray�d? O gray-eyed virgin, do you ever smile Regarding how we mortals self beguile? |
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