NOT TO LOVE. by Robert Herrick HE that will not love must be My scholar, and learn this of me : There be in love as many fears As the summer's corn has ears : Sighs, and sobs, and sorrows more Than 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. Would'st 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 hollow she's in heart : And how she is her own least part : How high she's priz'd, and worth but small : Little thou't love, or not at all. Source: Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I. Alfred Pollard, ed. London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 127.
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