What Is Love?

 What is Love? 
Is it a folly, 
Is it mirth, or melancholy? 
 Joys above, 
Are there many, or not any? 
 What is Love? 

 If you please, 
A most sweet folly! 
Full of mirth and melancholy: 
 Both of these! 
In its sadness worth all gladness, 
 If you please! 

 Prithee where, 
Goes Love a-hiding? 
Is he long in his abiding 
 Anywhere? 
Can you bind him when you find him; 
 Prithee, where? 

 With spring days 
Love comes and dallies: 
Upon the mountains, through the valleys 
 Lie Love's ways. 
Then he leaves you and deceives you 
 In spring days.

Form: Lyric

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