Love in her eyes sits playing,
And sheds delicious death;
Love in her lips sits straying,
And warbling in her breath.
Love on her breast sits panting,
And swells with soft desire,
No grace, no charm is wanting,
To set the heart on fire.
Love in, etc.
1732, Love’s Resort (from Acis and Galatea, Act I)

1/2″ squares. Happy Monday.