The Turtle Doves

YE Happy Pair of Turtle Doves,
Renewing still your former Loves,
Who on one Bough, both sing one Song,
Have but one Care, one Heart, one Tongue;

Whilst our Loves varying as our Fate,
Can scarce sometimes be known from Hate;
You to your first Amours are true,
Would we could Pattern take by you.

What Force of Love amongst us, tell,
Such Opposition can compel?
If from some powerful Fire it Spring,
Whence all this Cold and Shivering?

From Cold if Love's strange Force arise,
How are our Hearts his Sacrifice?
This Myst'ry I can ne'er unfold,
Why Love is rul'd by Heat and Cold.

You might the Scruple best remove
That are the Emblem of TRUE-LOVE.