When love on time and measure makes his ground —
Time that must end, though love can never die, —
'Tis love betwixt a shadow and a sound,
A love not in the heart but in the eye;
A love that ebbs and flows, now up, now down;
A morning's favour and an evening's frown.

Sweet looks show love, yet they are but as beams;
Fair words seem true, yet they are but as wind;
Eyes shed their tears, yet are but outward streams;
Sighs paint a sadness in the falsest mind:
Looks, words, tears, sighs, show love when love they leave:
False hearts can weep, sigh, swear, and yet deceive.