What Is Love?

Now what is love I will thee tell:
It is the fountain and the well
Where pleasure and repentance dwell;
It is perhaps the sansing bell
That rings all in the heaven and hell,
And this is love, and this is love, as I hear tell.

Now what is love I will you show:
A thing that creeps and cannot go;
A prize that passeth to and fro;
A thing for me, and thing for mo':
And he that proves shall find it so,
And this is love, and this is love, sweet friend, I trow.

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