Tell me, true Love

Tell me, true Love,

Where shall I seek thy being?

In thoughts or words,

In vows or promise making?

In reasons, looks, or passions,

Or passions never seeing?

In men on earth

Or women's minds partaking?

Thou canst not die;

And therefore, living, tell me

Where is thy seat?

Why doth this age expel thee?

O fairest mind,

Enrich'd with Love's residing,

Retain the best,

In hearts let some seed fall;

Instead of weeds

Love's fruits may have abiding;

At harvest you shall reap

Increase of all.

O happy Love!

More happy man that finds thee!

Most happy Saint

That keeps, restores, unbinds thee!