Robert Herrick. Not to Love.

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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