1
Thinkst thou Kate to put me downe
With a no, or with a frowne,
Since loue holds my hart in bandes,
I must do as loue commaunds.
2
Loue commaundes the hands to dare,
When the tongue of speech is spare:
Chiefest lesson in loues Schoole
Put it in aduenture foole.
3
Fooles are they that fainting flinch
For a squeake, a scratch, a pinch,
Womens words haue double sence:
Stand away, a simple fence.
4
If thy Mistresse sweare sheele crye,
Feare her not, sheele sweare and lye,
Such sweet oathes no sorrowe bring
Till the pricke of conscience sting.