1 Thus I resolue and time hath taught me so,
Since she is fayre and euer kinde to me,
Though she be wilde and wanton-like in shew,
Those little staines in youth I will not see :
That she be constant heau'n I oft implore ;
If pray'rs preuaile not, I can doe no more.
2 Palme tree the more you presse, the more it growes,
Leaue it alone it will not much exceede :
Free beauty if you striue to yoke, you lose,
And for affection strange distaste you breede.
What Nature hath not taught no Arte can frame ;
Wilde borne be wilde still, though by force made tame.
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