Who Buys Land

Who buys land buys many stones, Who buys flesh buys many bones; Who buys eggs buys many shells, Who buys love buys nothing else.

Love is a burr upon the floor, Love is a thief behind the door; Who loves leman for her breath May quench his fire and cry for death!

Love is a bridle, love is a load, Love is a thorn upon the road; Love is the fly that flits its hour, Love is the shining venom-flower.

Love is a net, love is a snare, Love is a bubble blown with air; Love starts hot, and waning cold, Is withered in the grave's mould!