Robert Jones - Love, love - текст песни (слова)

Original spelling, modern orthography 1. Loue Is a prettie Frencie, 
a melancholy fire, 
begot by lookes, maintain'd with hopes, 
and hey th'end, by desire. 
2. Love is a pretie Tyrant, 
By our affections armed, 
Take them away, none lives this day, 
The Coward boy hath harmed. 
3. Love is a pretie Idole, 
Opinion did devise him, 
His votaries is slouth and lies, 
The Robes that doe disguise him. 
4. Love is a pretie Painter, 
And counterfeiteth passion, 
His shadow'd lies, makes fancies rise, 
To set beliefe in fashion. 
5. Love is a pretie Pedlar, 
Whose Packe is fraught with sorrowes, 
With doubts with fears, with sighs with teares, 
Some joyes, but those he borrowes. 
6. Love is a pretie nothing, 
Yet what a quoile it keepes, 
With thousand eyes of jealousies, 
Yet no one ever sleepes.