What is Love? Is it a folly, Is it mirth, or melancholy? Joys above, Are there many, or not any? What is Love? If you please, A most sweet folly! Full of mirth and melancholy: Both of these! In its sadness worth all gladness, If you please! Prithee where, Goes Love a-hiding? Is he long in his abiding Anywhere? Can you bind him when you find him; Prithee, where? With spring days Love comes and dallies: Upon the mountains, through the valleys Lie Love`s ways. Then he leaves you and deceives you In spring days.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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