text: Never love unless you can
  Bear with all the faults of man:
  Men sometimes will jealous be
  Though but little cause they see;
  And hang the head, as discontent,
  And speak what straight they will repent.
  
  Men that but one saint adore
  Make a show of love to more.
  Beauty must be scorned in none,
  Though but truly served in one:
  For what is courtship but disguise?
  True hearts may have dissembling eyes.
  
  Men, when their affairs require,
  Must awhile themselves retire;
  Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
  And not ever sit and talk.
  If these and such-like you can bear,
  Then like, and love, and never fear!