He that will not love

He that will not love must be

My scholar and learn this of me:

There be in love as many fears

As the summer corn have ears;

Sighs and sobs, and troubles more

Than the sand upon the shore;

Now an ague, then a fever

Both tormenting lovers ever.

Woulds't thou know besides all these

How hard a woman 'tis to please?

How high she's prized, whose worth's but small?

Little thou'lt love, or nought at all.