h+l - love

what we behold is censured by our eyes

where both deliberate, the love is slight. who ever loved, that loved not at first sight

cupid beat down her prayers with his wings

her vows above the empty air she flings

hero's looks yielded

but her words made war

it lies not in our power to love or hate

for will in us is overruled by fate

this idol which you have termed your virginity is neither essence subject to the eye

nor to any one exterior sense

nor is it of earth mould or celestial

or capable of any form at all.

he flung at him his mace, but, as it went

he called it in, for love made him repent

the mace, returning back

his own hand hit

that mirthful god of amorous pleasure smiled

to see how this captive nymph beguiled

,And dive into the water, and there pry Upon his breast, his thighs, and every limb,

and up again, and close beside him swim, and talk of love.

The god, seeing him with pity to be moved,Thereon concluded that he was beloved

.(Love is too full of faith, too credulous,With folly and false hope deluding us.)