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From Urania by Mary Wroth Love what art thou? A vain thought In our minds by phant'sie wrought, Idle smiles did thee beget While fond wishes made the net Which so many fools have caught; Love what art thou? A sweet flow'r Once full blown, dead in an hour, Dust in the wind as staid remains As thy pleasure, or our gains If the humor change to lour.
Poem was written in 1621. Poem is taken from a sequence of sonnets and songs. The book is divided into 83 sonnets and twenty songs. This is the 8th song.
