Tell me, true Love, Where shall I seek thy being? In thoughts or words, In vows or promise making? In reasons, looks, or passions, Or passions never seeing? In men on earth Or women's minds partaking? Thou canst not die; And therefore, living, tell me Where is thy seat? Why doth this age expel thee? O fairest mind, Enrich'd with Love's residing, Retain the best, In hearts let some seed fall; Instead of weeds Love's fruits may have abiding; At harvest you shall reap Increase of all. O happy Love! More happy man that finds thee! Most happy Saint That keeps, restores, unbinds thee!
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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