127. Of Love: A Sonnet
How Love came in, I do not know,Whether by th’eye, or ear, or no;Or whether with the soul it came,At first, infused with the same;Whether in part ’tis here or there,Or, like the soul, whole every where.This troubles me; but I as wellAs any other, this can tell;That when from hence she does depart,The outlet then is from the heart.