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A Displeasure against Loue.

Love is witty, but not wise,
When he stares on Beauties eyes;
Finding wonders in conceit,
That doe fall out but deceit.
Wit is stable, but not staied,
When his senses are betraied;
Where, too late, Sorrow doth proue
Beauty makes a foole of Loue.
Youth is forward, but too fond,
When he falles in Cupids bond;
Where repentance lets him see,
Fancy fast is neuer free.
Age is cunning, but vnkinde,
When he once growes Cupid-blinde:
For when Beauty is vntoward,
Age can neuer be but froward.
So that I doe finde in briefe,
In the grounds of Natures griefe,
Age, and youth, and wit doe proue,
Beauty makes a foole of Love.