Thow that men do call it dotage,
Who lovyth not wantith corage.
And whosoever may love gete,
From Venus sure he must it fette;
Or elles from her which is her hayre;
And she to hym most seme most fayre.
Wyth ee and mynd doth both agre,
There is no bote: ther must it be.
The ee doth loke and represent;
But mynd afformyth with full consent.
Thus am I fyxed withowt gruge,
Myne ey with hart doth me so juge.
Love maynteynyth all noble courage;
Who love dysdaynyth ys all of the village.
Soch lovers though thay take payne
It were pete thay shuld optayne;
For often tymes wher they do sewe
Thay hynder lovers that wolde be trew.
For whoso lovith shuld love butt oone;
Chaunge who so wyll, I wyll be none.
(King Henry VIII)
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