Love must kiss that mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady. No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare- No wisdom won with weariness; But Love goes in with Folly's dress- No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in.
Ah woe is me, through all my days Wisdom and wealth I both have got, And fame and name and great men's praise; But Love, ah! Love I have it not.
Love must kiss that mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady. No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare- No wisdom won with weariness; But Love goes in with Folly's dress- No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in.