The Careless Lover

Never believe me if I love,
Or know what 'tis, or mean to prove,—
And yet in faith I lie, I do,
And she's extremely handsome too.
She's fair, she's wondrous fair,
But I care not who knows it.
Ere I die for love, I fairly will forego it.

This heat of hope, or cold of fear.
My foolish heart could never bear:
One sigh imprison'd ruins more
Than earthquakes have done heretofore.

When I am hungry I do eat.
And cut no fingers 'stead of meat;
Nor with much gazing on her face,
Do e'er rise hungry from the place.

A gentle round, fiU'd to the brink,
To this and tother friend I drink;
And if 'tis named another's health,
I never make it hers by stealth.

Black Fryars to me, and old Whitehall,
Is even as much as is the fall
Of fountains or a pathless grove,
And nourishes as much my love!

I visit, talk, do business, play,
And, for a need, laugh out a day:
Who does not thus in Cupid's school,
He makes not love, but plays the fool:

She's fair, she's wondrous fair.
But I care not who knows it,
Ere I die for love, I fairly will forego it.