Classic Poem

Celimena, of my heart
None shall e'er bereave you,
If with your good leave I may
Quarrel with you once a day,
I will never leave you.

c:Passion's but an empty name
Where respect is wanting:
Damon, you mistake your aim;
Hang your heart, and burn your flame,
If you must be ranting.

d:Love as dull and muddy is
As decaying liquor:
Anger sets it on the lees,
And refines it by degrees,
Till it works it quicker.

c:Love by quarrels to beget
Wisely you endeavor,
With a grave physician's wit,
Who to cure an ague-fit
Put me in a fever.

d:Anger rouses love to fight,
And his only bait is;
'Tis the spur to dull delight,
And is but an eager bite
When desire at height is.

c:If such drops of heat can fall
In our wooing weather,
If such drops of heat can fall
We shall have the Devil and all
When we come together.