Green Weeds

o be not jealous give not love ;
Rate not thy fair all fair above,
Of thou'lt be decked in green, the hue
That jealousy is bounden to.

That lily hand, those lips of fire,
Those dewy eyes that spill desire,
Those mounds of lambent snow may be
Found anywhere it pleaseth thee

To turn : the turn, and be not mad
Tho' all of lov'liness she had :
She hath not all of lov'liness ;
A store remains wherewith to bless

The bee, the bird, the butterfly
And thou—Go, search with those that fly
For that which thou shalt easy find
On every path and any wind.

Nor dream that she be Seal or Star
Who is but as her sisters are ;
And whose reply is yes and no
To all that come and all that go.

"I love"—Then love again, my friend,
Enjoy thy love without an end ;
"I love"—Ah, cease, know what is what,
Thou dost not love if she love not.

For if thou truly loved her
From thee away show could not stir,
Bur ever at thy side would be
Thyself and thy felicity.

Go, drape thee in the greeny hue ;
Thou art not Love, she is not True,
And, no more need be said—adieu