Think'st thou, Kate, to put me down

Think'st thou, Kate, to put me down
With a 'No' or with a frown?
Since Love holds my heart in bands
I must do as Love commands.

Love commands the hands to dare
When the tongue of speech is spare,
Chiefest lesson in Love's school,—
Put it in adventure, fool!

Fools are they that fainting flinch
For a squeak, a scratch, a pinch:
Women's words have double sense:
'Stand away!'—a simple fence.

If thy mistress swear she'll cry,
Fear her not, she'll swear and lie:
Such sweet oaths no sorrow bring
Till the prick of conscience sting.