1
Shall a frowne or angrie eye,
Shall a word vnfitly placed ?
Shall a shadow make me flie,
As I were with Tygers chaced ?
Loue must not be so disgraced.
2
Shall I woe her in dispight ?
Shall I turne her from her flying ?
Shall I tempt her with delight,
Shall I laugh out her denying ?
Noe, beware of louers crying.
3
Shall I then with patient mind,
Still attend her wayward pleasure,
Time will make her proue more kind,
Let her coynesse then take leasure,
Paines are worthy such a treasure.
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