 | Small poems of Divers sorts |  |
The nineteenth Song.
[You are too proud to love, and are too kind]
[1]
You are too proud to love, and are too kindTo hate: what therefore is your mind?
Think you none worthy of you, 'cause you know
That you should be admired so?
And will you not hate, 'cause you would
Not be a maid when you are old?
2
Though nature hath been liberal in your parts,And you (for jewels) do wear hearts
If you your self do onely like and love,
You in a wrong sphere for you move.
As you were made to love, beside
So you were made to be enjoy'd.
| Small poems of Divers sorts | |