 | Poems (1872) |  |
[[SELF-LOVE.]]
He that cannot chuse but love,And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move;
For he loves against his will.
Nor he which is all his own,
And cannot pleasure chuse;
When I am caught, he can be gone,
And, when he list, refuse.
Nor he that loves none but fair,
For such by all are sought;
Nor he that can for foul ones care,
For his judgment then is naught.
Nor he that hath wit, for he will
Make me his jest or slave;
Nor a fool, for when others [OMITTED]
He can neither [OMITTED]
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For she is thrall'd therefore;
Nor he that payes not, for he says
Within she's worth no more.
Is there then no kind of men,
Whom I may freely prove?
I will venture that humor then
In this mine own self-love.
| Poems (1872) | |