Love in a Riddle.
She that would not, I would chuse
She that would not, I would chuse; She which would, I would refuse:
Venus could my Mind but Tame, but not satisfie the same. Inticements offer'd I despise; and deny'd, I
slightly prize: I would neither glut my mind, nor yet too much torment find. Thrice girt Diana do not
take me, nor Venus naked, Joyful make me: The first no pleasure hath to Joy me,
and the last enough to Cloy me. But a Crafty Lass I'de have, that will grant the Love I crave; and Joyn at
once in one these two, I will, and yet I will not doe.
