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And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up / For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; / A thing of soft misnomers, so divine / That silly youth doth 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, / And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots; / Then Cleopatra lives at number seven, / And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world, / If Queens and Soldiers have play'd 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.