Thus I resolve, and time hath taught me so

Thus I resolve, and time hath taught me so;
Since she is fair and ever kind to me,
Though she be wild and wanton-like in show,
Those little stains in youth I will not see.
That she be constant, heaven I oft implore:
If prayers prevail not, I can do no more.

Palm tree the more you press, the more it grows;
Leave it alone, it will not much exceed.
Free beauty if you strive to yoke, you lose:
And for affection, strange distaste you breed.
What Nature hath not taught, no Art can frame:
Wild born be wild still, though by force you tame.