Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?
Shall love, in [building], grow so [ruinous]?
5 If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth’s sake use her with more kindness:
[Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;]
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness:
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
10 Be not thy tongue thy own shame’s orator;
Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue’s harbinger;