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Counsel not to love.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Counsel not to love.

He that will not love must be
My Schollar, and learn this of me:
There be in love as many fears
As the Summers corn hath ears.
Sighs and sobs, and sorrows more
Then the sand that makes the shore.
Freezing cold and fiery heats,
Fainting swoons and deadly sweats,
Now an ague, then a fever,
Both tormenting Lovers ever.
Wouldst thou know besides all these.
How hard a woman tis to please?
How cross, how sullen, and how soon
She shifts and changes like the Moon.
How false, how hallow shees in heart,
And how she is on her left part:
How high shees priz'd, and worth but small
Little thou't love, or not at all.