1 Shall a frowne or angrie eye, Shall a word vnfitly placed ? Shall a shadow make me flie, As I were with Tygers chaced ? Loue must not be so disgraced. 2 Shall I woe her in dispight ? Shall I turne her from her flying ? Shall I tempt her with delight, Shall I laugh out her denying ? Noe, beware of louers crying. 3 Shall I then with patient mind, Still attend her wayward pleasure, Time will make her proue more kind, Let her coynesse then take leasure, Paines are worthy such a treasure.
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