#hippiewords

[bohowords]

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 prithee, say?

It is a work on holiday,

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...