1 Thus I resolue and time hath taught me so, Since she is fayre and euer kinde to me, Though she be wilde and wanton-like in shew, Those little staines in youth I will not see : That she be constant heau'n I oft implore ; If pray'rs preuaile not, I can doe no more. 2 Palme tree the more you presse, the more it growes, Leaue it alone it will not much exceede : Free beauty if you striue to yoke, you lose, And for affection strange distaste you breede. What Nature hath not taught no Arte can frame ; Wilde borne be wilde still, though by force made tame.
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