Song from The Sad Shepherd |Though I am young and cannot tell| LiederNet

Though I am young and cannot tell

Either what love or death is well,

Yet I have heard they both bear darts,

And both do aim at human hearts;

And then again I have been told,

Love wounds with heat, and death with cold;

So that I fear they do but bring

Extreams to touch, and mean one thing.

As in a ruin, we it call

One thing to be blown up, or fall;

Or to our end, like way we have,

By a flash of lightning, or a wave;

So love's inflamed shaft or brand,

May kill as soon as death's cold hand;

Except love's fires the virtue have

To fright the frost out of the grave.