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 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.

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.