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Love 's, for Youth, and not for Age, / E'en though Age should wear a crown; / For the Poet, not the Sage; / Not the Monarch, but the Clown.
Love 's for Peace, and not for War, / E'en though War bring all renown; / For the Violet, not the Star; / For the Meadow, not the Town.
Love 's for lads and Love 's for maids, / Courts a smile and flees a frown; / Love 's for Love, and saucy jades / Love Love most when Love has flown.
Love a cruel tyrant is: / Slays his victims with a glance, / Straight recovers with a kiss, / But to slay again, perchance.
Wouldst thou know where Love doth bide? / Whence his sharpest arrows fly? / In a dimple Love may hide, / Or the ambush of an eye.
Wert thou clad in triple mail, / In some desert far apart, / Not a whit would this avail: / Love would find and pierce thy heart.