[Selfe Love]
He that cannot chuse but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move;
For he loves against his will.
Nor he which is all his own,
And can att pleasure chuse;
When I am caught, he can be gone,
And, when he list, refuse.
Nor he that loves none but faire,
For such by all are sought;
Nor he that can for foul ones care,
For his Judgement then is nought:
Nor he that hath wit, for he will
Make me his jest or slave;
Nor a fool, for when others [.....]
He can neither [.....]
Nor he that still his Mistresse prays,
For she is thrall'd therefore;
Nor he that payes not, for he sayes
Within shee's worth no more.
Is there then no kinde of men,
Whom I may freely prove?
I will vent that humor then
In this mine own self-love.