Anonymous

WHEN I a lover pale do see

Ready to faint and sickish be,

With hollow eyes, and cheeks so thin

As all his face is nose and chin;

When such a ghost I see in pain

Because he is not loved again,

And pale and faint and sigh and cry—

Oh there’s your loving fool! say I.

’Tis love with love should be repaid

And equally on both sides laid;

Love is a load a horse would kill

If it do hang on one side still;

But if he needs will be so fond

As rules of reason go beyond,

And love where he’s not loved again,

Faith, let him take it for his pain.