Though am young, and cannot tell
Either what Death or Love is well,
Yet I have heard the both bear darts,
And both do aim at human hearts;
And then again I have been told
Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;
So that i fear they do but bring
extremes to touch, and mean one thing.
As in a ruin, we it call
One thing to be blown up or fall;
Or to our end like way have,
By flash of lightning or a wave;
So love's inflamed shaft or brand
may kill as soon Death's cold hand;
Except Love's fires the virtue have
To fright the frost out of the garve
