Of Love: A Sonnet

How Love came in, I do not know,

Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;

Or whether with the soul it came,

At first, infused with the same;

Whether in part 'tis here or there,

Or, like the soul, whole every where.

This troubles me; but I as well

As any other, this can tell;

That when from hence she does depart,

The outlet then is from the heart.