And what is love? it is a doll dressed 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 comb is made a perfect tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots,
Till Cleopatra lives at number seven,
And Anthony resides in Brunswick square.
fools!if some passion high
have warned the world,
if queens and soldiers have
played 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 weighing pearl
the queen of Egypt melted, and
I'll say
That ye may live love inspite of beaver hats