Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 61

Parhaps I doo, though you thinke otherwise,
Loue in the tenderst Bowels of my Soule;
But what? Can I not loue; vnlesse there lies
Loue in my Front, while yours, in hate, doth scoule?
If no faith in the Front doth lie; no loue
Lies where no faith is; for, loue liues thereby:
Then, the Fronts Arguments doo nothing proue
But showe of trueth inuolu'd in Falacie.
And if the Front saie true, and true it bee
That Womens Naies are euer double Yeas;
Then, your Front euer giuing Naies to mee,
Doo giue me twice as many yeas, by These:
But, in true loue, I hold that Skill vnfit,
That discontents the Will to please the Wit.