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What is Desire, which doth approve
What is Desire, which doth approve,
To set on fire each gentle heart?
A fancy strange, or God of Love,
Whose pining sweet delight doth smart;
In gentle minds his dwelling is.
Is he god of peace or war?
What be his arms ? What is his might?
His war is peace, his peace is war;
Each grief of his is but delight;
His bitter ball is sugared bliss.
What be his gifts ? How doth he pay?
When is he seen ? or how conceived ?
Sweet dreams in sleep, new thoughts in day,
Beholding eyes, in mind received;
A god that rules and yet obeys.
Why is he naked painted? Blind?
His sides with shafts? His back with brands?
Plain without guile, by hap to find;
Pursuing with fair words that [withstands]
And when he craves he takes no nays.
What were his parents? Gods or no?
That living long is yet a child;
A goddess' son? Who thinks not so?
A god begot, beguiled;
Venus his mother, Mars his sire.
What labours doth this god allow?
What fruits have lovers for their pains?
Sit still and muse to make a vow
T.' their ladies, if they true remain;
A good reward for true desire.
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