robert jones – love is a bable lyrics
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love is a bable
no man is able
to say ’tis this or ’tis that;
so full of passions
of sundry fashions
’tis like i cannot tell what
love’s fair in the cradle
foul in the fable
’tis either too cold or too hot;
an arrant liar
fed by desire
it is, and yet it is not
love is a fellow
clad oft in yellow
the canker+worm of the mind
a privy mischief
and such a sly thief
no man knows which way to find
love is a wonder
that’s here and yonder
as common to one as to moe;
a monstrous cheater
every man’s debtor;
hang him and so let him go