text: Though I am young, and cannot tell
      Either what Death or Love 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, as Death with cold;
  So that I fear they do but bring
      Extremes 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 may have
      By a flash of lightning, or a wave;
  So Loves inflamed shaft or brand
      May kill as soon as Deaths cold hand;
  Except Loves fires the virtue have
      To fright the frost out of the grave.