The Shepherd's Description of Love

Meliboeus. Shepherd, what's Love, I pray thee tell?
Faustus. It is that fountain and that well,
Where pleasure and repentance dwell;
It is perhaps that sauncing bell,
That tolls all in to heaven or hell:
And this is Love, as I heard tell.

Meli. Yet what is Love, I prithee say?
Faust. It is a work on holiday,
It is December match'd with May,
When lusty bloods in fresh array
Hear ten months after of the play:
And this is Love, as I hear say.

Meli. Yet what is Love, good shepherd, sain?
Faust. It is a sunshine mix'd with rain,
It is a tooth-ache, or like pain,
It is a game, where none doth gain;
The lass saith no, and would full fain:
And this is Love, as I hear sain.

Meli. Yet, shepherd, what is Love, I pray?
Faust. It is a yea, it is a nay,
A pretty kind of sporting fray,
It is a thing will soon away,
Then, nymphs, take vantage while ye may:
And this is Love, as I hear say.

Meli. Yet what is Love, good shepherd, show?
Faust. A thing that creeps, it cannot go,
A prize that passeth to and fro,
A thing for one, a thing for moe,
And he that proves shall find it so:
And, shepherd, this is Love, I trow.