ΙΟ 15 20 25 12 When lusty bloods in fresh array Hear ten months after of the play: And this is Love, as I hear say. MELI. Yet what is Love, good shepherd, sain? FAUST. It is a sunshine mix'd with rain, It is a tooth-ache, or like pain, It is a game, where none doth gain; The lass saith no, and would full fain: And this is Love, as I hear sain. MELI. Yet, shepherd, what is Love, I pray? FAUST. It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray, It is a thing will soon away, 18 18 27 |