LADY MARY WROTHc. 1620
c. 1620
Love, a child, is ever crying;Please him, and he straight is flying;Give him, he the more is craving,Never satisfied with having.His desires have no measure;Endless folly is his treasure;What he promiseth he breaketh;Trust not one word that he speaketh.He vows nothing but false matter;And to cozen you will flatter;Let him gain the hand, he’ll leave youAnd still glory to deceive you.He will triumph in your wailing;And yet cause be of your failing:These his virtues are, and slighterAre his gifts, his favours lighter.Feathers are as firm in staying;Wolves no fiercer in their preying;As a child then, leave him crying;Nor seek him so given to flying.
Love, a child, is ever crying;Please him, and he straight is flying;Give him, he the more is craving,Never satisfied with having.His desires have no measure;Endless folly is his treasure;What he promiseth he breaketh;Trust not one word that he speaketh.He vows nothing but false matter;And to cozen you will flatter;Let him gain the hand, he’ll leave youAnd still glory to deceive you.He will triumph in your wailing;And yet cause be of your failing:These his virtues are, and slighterAre his gifts, his favours lighter.Feathers are as firm in staying;Wolves no fiercer in their preying;As a child then, leave him crying;Nor seek him so given to flying.
Love, a child, is ever crying;Please him, and he straight is flying;Give him, he the more is craving,Never satisfied with having.
Love, a child, is ever crying;
Please him, and he straight is flying;
Give him, he the more is craving,
Never satisfied with having.
His desires have no measure;Endless folly is his treasure;What he promiseth he breaketh;Trust not one word that he speaketh.
His desires have no measure;
Endless folly is his treasure;
What he promiseth he breaketh;
Trust not one word that he speaketh.
He vows nothing but false matter;And to cozen you will flatter;Let him gain the hand, he’ll leave youAnd still glory to deceive you.
He vows nothing but false matter;
And to cozen you will flatter;
Let him gain the hand, he’ll leave you
And still glory to deceive you.
He will triumph in your wailing;And yet cause be of your failing:These his virtues are, and slighterAre his gifts, his favours lighter.
He will triumph in your wailing;
And yet cause be of your failing:
These his virtues are, and slighter
Are his gifts, his favours lighter.
Feathers are as firm in staying;Wolves no fiercer in their preying;As a child then, leave him crying;Nor seek him so given to flying.
Feathers are as firm in staying;
Wolves no fiercer in their preying;
As a child then, leave him crying;
Nor seek him so given to flying.