I. <br /> <br />I laugh and sing, but cannot tell <br />Whether the folly on't sounds well; <br />But then I groan, <br />Methinks, in tune; <br />Whilst grief, despair and fear dance to the air <br />Of my despised prayer. <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />A pretty antick love does this, <br />Then strikes a galliard with a kiss; <br />As in the end <br />The chords they rend; <br />So you but with a touch from your fair hand <br />Turn all to saraband.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-lucasta-i-laugh-and-sing/
