Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of a man!
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see
And hang the head as discontent
And speak what straight they will repent.
Men that but one saint adore
Make a show of love to more
Beauty must be scorned in one:
For what is courtship but disguise?
True hearts may have dissembling eyes.
Men, when their affairs require
Must awhile themselves retire
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk
And not ever sit and talk—
If these and such—like you can bear
Then like, and love, and never fear!