Let Folly Praise That Fancy Loves

Verse 1

Let folly praise that fancy loves; I praise and love that child whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled. I praise him most, I love him best; all praise and love are his. While him I love, in him I live, and cannot live amiss.

Verse 2

Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, our most desired light. To love him life, to leave him death, to live in him delight. He mine by gift, I his by debt, thus each to other due: first friend he was, best friend he is; all times will find him true.

Verse 3

Though young, yet wise, though small, yet strong, though man, yet God he is; as wise he knows, as strong he can, as God he loves to bless. His knowledge rules, his strength defends, his love doth cherish all; his birth our joy, his life our light, his death our end of thrall.