A song of love

If ladies be but young and fair,
If men show mirth and trust their dears;
And love is true to guide them right;
What can make love, not Waugh awhile?

Love is good but lovers spoil,
It’s meant for joy and not dispute;
For both mast love and none regret,
That is love the right way now.

They are that think that love is blind,
If lovers see, then love is true;
Whereon does the jest depend?
It’s just because they’re fools in love;
Their love is false, and guides them wrong;

Oh! Love the peace of earth,
What is there on land or sea?
To make a love without dispute,
For oh! We want a love in gay,
Without offence, and no distress;

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