Archived Love Poems

 

John Fletcher

Tell me, dearest, what is love?
'Tis a lightning from above;
'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire;
'Tis a boy they call desire;
...'Tis a grave
...Gapes to have
Those poor fools that long to prove.

Tell me more, are women true?
Yes, some are, and some as you.
Some are willing, some are strange,
Since you men first taught to change,
...And till troth
...Be in both
All shall love to love anew.

.....from Tell me, dearest by John Fletcher

 
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