What, man! though this fond she from you did start,
510Another 'll say, "My lord, with all my heart."
Observe the practice of doves masculine,
Which woo their females, with "I come to woo",
Not in a fit of woman cry and whine,
Straight to another haste, if she says no.
If to one face our stock of love we ope,
We pinion Cupid's wings, and fetter hope.
Bellama slights, what then? shall we conclude,
All women will deny you their assent?