Or is it love to tremble on a kiss?
Or does true love love only past the touch?
But this was true whatever truth's device,
And this could live in Hell or Paradise.
(10)
Would you jig, O lusty loin?
O brain, would you dance so soon?
But love who pays the fiddler's coin
Must call the tune.
Not when you would, O soul,
Not, О flesh, when you will,
But when love nods, and the wild drums roll
And the fiddles shrill.
