Classic Poem

Lover: Come, let us here enjoy the shade,
For love in shadow best is made.
Though envy oft his shadow be,
None brooks the sunlight worse than he.

Mistress: Where love doth shine, there needs no sun,
All lights into his one doth run;
Without which all the world were dark;
Yet he himself is but a spark.

Arbiter: A spark to set whole worlds afire,
Who more they burn, they more desire,
And have their being, their waste to see;
And waste still, that they still might be.
CHORUS

Such are his powers, whom time hath styled,
Now swift, now slow, now tame, now wild;
Now hot, now cold, now fierce, now mild:
The eldest god, yet still a child.