Ben Jonson Though I Am Young And Cannot Tell Though I am young, and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at humane hearts: And then again, I have been told, Love wounds wtih heat, as Death with cold; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up, or fall; Or to our end, like way may have, By a flash of lightning, or a wave: So Love's inflamed shaft or brand, May kill as soon as Death's cold hand; Except Love's fires the virtue have To fright the frost out of the grave. 1641