English poem
A SONG. (He that Love hath never try'd)
by John Cunningham (1501–1591)
He that Love hath never try'd, Nor had Cupid for his guide, Cannot hit the passage right To the palace of delight.
What are honours, regal wealth, Florid youth, and rosy health? Without Love, his tribute brings Impotent, unmeaning things!
Gentle shepherds, persevere, Still be tender, still sincere; Love, and Time united, do Wonders, if the heart be true.
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