O, Love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!
What men call gallantly, and gods adultery,
Is much more common where the climate's sultry.
My heart still hovering sound about you,
I thought I could not live without you;
Now we have lived three months asunder
How I lived with you is the wonder.
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