V. If thou art cold, as is the Winter’s snow

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

IF thou art cold, as is the Winter’s snow;

I, as the Summer, hot am most extreme:

Then let ’s unite thy heart, which cold is so,

To mine so warm; and make of both a mean!

So th’ one a help to th’ other still shall be;

And linked in concord, as two doves shall ’gree.

To form this frame, LOVE shall the workman play.

Then let ’s with July, January mix!

Let ’s make, between us, an eternal May!

An everlasting truce, twain betwix!

Thy Winter, with my Summer let us join!

My fire so warm, with frost so cold of thine!