[A]ll lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?
When love is at its best, one loves
So much that he cannot forget.
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red;
All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
The voice of one who goes before to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!
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And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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