Love, What It Is

Love is a circle, and an endless sphere;
From good to good, revolving here and there.

Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.

Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.

That love 'twixt men does ever longest last
Where war and peace the dice by turns do cast.

Love bade me ask a gift,
And I no more did move
But this, that I might shift
Still with my clothes my love:
That favour granted was;
Since which, though I love many,
Yet so it comes to pass
That long I love not any.

1. Instruct me now what love will do.
2. 'Twill make a tongueless man to woo.
1. Inform me next, what love will do.
2. 'Twill strangely make a one of two.
1. Teach me besides, what love will do.
2. 'Twill quickly mar, and make ye too.
1. Tell me now last, what love will do.
2. 'Twill hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.