WHO BUYS LAND
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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!