Love

Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion -tis and pain which mingle
Glist'ring then for aye undone.

Pain it is not; wondering pity
Dies or e'er the pang is fled;
Passion -tis not, foul and gritty,
Born one instant, instant dead.

Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion -tis and pain which mingle
Glist'ring then for aye undone.