And what is love? It is a dull dress´d up
For idleness to cosset, nurse and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth does think to make itself
Divine by loving , and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long
Till miss´s comb is made a pearl tiara,
then Cleopatra lives at number seven
And Anthony resides at Hampton Square.
Fools!If some passion high have warmd the world,
If Queens and soldiers have played deep for hearts
It is no reason why such agonies
should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The Queen of Egypt melted and I´ll say
That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.
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