Shall a smile or guileful glance

Shall a smile or guileful glance,

Or a sigh that is but feigned,

Shall but tears that come by chance

Make me dote that was disdained?

No; I will no more be chained.

Shall I sell my freedom so,

Being now from Love remised?

Shall I learn (what I do know

To my cost) that Love's disguised?

No; I will be more advised.

Must she fall, and I must stand?

Must she fly, and I pursue her?

Must I give her heart and land,

And, for nought, with them endue her?

No; first I will her truer.