Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)

BEAUTY, alas! where wast thou born,

Thus to hold thyself in scorn?

Whenas Beauty kissed to woo thee,

Thou by Beauty dost undo me:

Heigh-ho! despise me not.

I and thou in sooth are one,

Fairer thou, I fairer none:

Wanton thou, and wilt thou, wanton,

Yield a cruel heart to plant on?

Do me right, and do me reason;

Cruelty is cursed treason:

Heigh-ho! I love, heigh-ho! I love,

Heigh-ho! and yet he eyes me not.