That's a good 'un, RPC. Here's George Peele from the sixteenth century. What Thing Is Love What thing is love? for sure love is a thing. It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole; And as my wit doth best devise, Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes, From whence do glance love's piercing darts, That make such holes into our hearts; And all the world herein accord, Love is a great and mighty lord; And when he list to mount so high, With Venus he in heaven doth lie, And evermore hath been a god, Since Mars and she played even and odd.