ROUNDEL
If love were all and we could cheat
All gods but Cupid of their due,
Our joy in life would be complete.
We'd only live that we might woo,
(Instead, as now, that we might eat,)
And ev'ry lover would be true,—
If love were all.
Yet, if we found our bread and meat
In kisses it would please but few,
Soon life would grow a cloying sweet,
If love were all.