οὐκ ἔστι γήμας ὅστις οὐ χειμάζεται, λέγουσι πάντες· καὶ γαμοῦσιν εἰδότες. --Anthol. Græc. Fond wanton youths make love a God Which after proveth Age’s rod; Their youth, their time, their wit, their art They spend in seeking of their smart; And, which of follies is the chief, They woo their woe, they wed their grief. All find it so who wedded are, Love’s sweets, they find, enfold sour care; His pleasures pleasing’st in the eye, Which tasted once with loathing die: They find of follies ’tis the chief, Their woe to woo, to wed their grief. If for their own content they choose Forthwith their kindred’s love they lose; And if their kindred they content, For ever after they repent; O ’tis of all our follies chief, Our woe to woo, to wed our grief. In bed, what strifes are bred by day, Our puling wives do open lay; None friends, none foes we must esteem But whom they so vouchsafe to deem: O ’tis of all our follies chief, Our woe to woo, to wed our grief. Their smiles we want if aught they want, And either we their wills must grant Or die they will, or are with child; Their longings must not be beguiled: O ’tis of all our follies chief, Our woe to woo, to wed our grief. Foul wives are jealous, fair wives false, Marriage to either binds us thrall; Wherefore being bound we must obey And forcèd be perforce to say, — Of all our bliss it is the chief, Our woe to woo, to wed our grief.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Fond Wanton youths", published 1601, from the collection First Book of Airs, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
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