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by George Peele (1556? - 1596)

What thing is love? I prithee tell
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Language: English 
What thing is love? I prithee tell.
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;
It is a fire, it is a coal,
Whose flame creeps in at every hole;
And as my wit can best devise,
Love's dwelling lies in ladies' eyes.

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•   J. Bartlet 

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From The Hunting of Cupid, a masque surviving in only in small fragments.

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  • by George Peele (1556? - 1596) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

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