O Love, how strangely sweet
Are thy weak passions,
That love and joye should meet
In self-same fashions!
Oh, who can tell
The cause why this should move?
But onely this,
No reason aske of Love.

O Love, how strangely sweet
Are thy weak passions,
That love and joye should meet
In self-same fashions!
Oh, who can tell
The cause why this should move?
But onely this,
No reason aske of Love.