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