68403Let me excuse thy courser gentle boy,

404And learne of him I heartily beseech thee,

405To take aduantage on presented ioy,

406Though I were dūbe, yet his proceedings teach thee

407 O learne to loue, the lesson is but plaine,

408 And once made perfect, neuer lost againe.

69409I know not loue (quoth he) nor will not know it,

410Vnlesse it be a Boare, and then I chase it,

411Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it,

412My loue to loue, is loue, but to disgrace it,

413 For I haue heard, it is a life in death,

414 That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

70415Who weares a garment shapelesse and vnfinisht?

416Who plucks the bud before one leafe put forth?

417If springing things be anie iot diminisht,

418They wither in their prime, proue nothing worth,

419 The colt that's backt and burthend being yong,

420 Loseth his pride, and neuer waxeth strong.

71421You hurt my hand with wringing, let vs part,

422And leaue this idle theame, this bootlesse chat,

423Remoue your siege from my vnyeelding hart,

424To loues allarmes it will not ope the gate,

425 Dismisse your vows, your fained tears, your flattry,

426 For where a heart is hard they make no battry.