1 Though that men do call it dotage, <br />2 Who loveth not wanteth courage; <br /> <br />3 And whosoever may love get, <br />4 From Venus sure he must it fet <br /> <br />5 Or else from her which is her heir, <br />6 And she to him must seem most fair. <br /> <br />7 With eye and mind doth both agree. <br />8 There is no boot: there must it be. <br /> <br />9 The eye doth look and represent, <br />10 But mind afformeth with full consent. <br /> <br />11 Thus am I fixed without grudge: <br />12 Mine eye with heart doth me so judge. <br /> <br />13 Love maintaineth all noble courage. <br />14 Who love disdaineth is all of the village: <br /> <br />15 Such lovers--though they take pain-- <br />16 It were pity they should obtain, <br /> <br />17 For often times where they do sue <br />18 They hinder lovers that would be true. <br /> <br />19 For whoso loveth should love but once. <br />20 Change whoso will, I will be none.<br /><br />Henry VIII, King of England<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/though-that-men-do-call-it-dotage-2/