Love a childe is ever crying, <br />Please him, and he strait is flying; <br />Give him, he the more is craving, <br />Never satisfi'd with having. <br />His desires have no measure, <br />Endlesse folly is his treasure: <br />What he promiseth, he breaketh, <br />Trust not one word that he speaketh. <br />Hee vowes nothing but false matter, <br />And to cousen you hee'l flatter: <br />Let him gain the hand, hee'l leave you, <br />And still glory to deceive you. <br /> <br />Hee will triumph in your wailing, <br />And yet cause be of your failing: <br />these his vertues are, and slighter <br />are his guifts, his favours lighter. <br /> <br />Feathers are as firme in staying, <br />Wolves no fiercer in their praying. <br />As a child then leave him crying, <br />Nor seeke him so giv'n to flying<br /><br />Mary Wroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/74-2/
