Classic Poem

Sheepheard, what's Love, I pray thee tell? Faustus .
It is that Fountaine, and that Well,
Where pleasure and repentance dwell.
It is perhaps that sauncing bell,
That toules all into heaven or hell,
And this is Love as I heard tell. Meli .
Yet what is Love, I pre-thee say? Fau .
It is a worke on holy-day,
It is December match'd with May,
When lustie-bloods in fresh aray,
Heare ten moneths after of the play,
And this is Love, as I heare say. Meli .
Yet what is Love, good Sheepheard saine? Fau .
It is a Sun-shine mixt with raine,
It is a tooth-ach, or like paine,
It is a game where none dooth gaine,
The Lasse saith no, and would full faine:
And this is Love, as I heare saine. Meli .
Yet Sheepheard, what is Love, I pray? Fau .
It is a yea, it is a nay,
A pretty kind of sporting fray,
It is a thing will soone away,
Then Nimphs take vantage while ye may:
And this is love as I heare say. Meli .
Yet what is love, good Sheepheard show? Fau .
A thing that creepes, it cannot goe,
A prize that passeth too and fro,
A thing for one, a thing for moe,
And he that prooves shall finde it so;
And Sheepheard this is love I troe.