Jasper: Tell me Dearest, what is love?
Lucy: 'Tis a lightning from above; 'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire, 'tis a thing they call Desire; 'Tis a smile Doth beguile.
Jasper: The poor hearts of men that prove. Tell me more, are women true?
Lucy: Some love change, and so do you.
Jasper: Are they fair and never kind?
Lucy: Yes, when men turn with the wind.
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