Love's Tennis
Love and Desire play the set,
My heart's the flying ball,
To Heliodore across the net
They send it, rise and fall.
Be heedful, sweetest; watch thy art
Nor mock me in my need;
To miss the stroke and lose my heart,
That were a fault indeed.
My heart's the flying ball,
To Heliodore across the net
They send it, rise and fall.
Be heedful, sweetest; watch thy art
Nor mock me in my need;
To miss the stroke and lose my heart,
That were a fault indeed.
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