Self-love

He that cannot choose but love,

And strives against it still,

Never shall my fancy move,

For he loves 'gains his will;

nor he which is all his own,

And can at pleasure choose,

When I am caught he can be gone

And when he list refuse.

nor he that love none but fair,

For such by all are sought;

nor he that hath wit,

For he will make me his jest or slace

nor a fool, for when others

He can neither

Nor he that still mistress pays,

For she is thalled therefore

nor he that pays not, for he says

Within She's worth no more.

Is there then no kind of men

Whom I may freely prove?

I will vent that humour then

In mine own self-love.