Because I Breathe Not Loue To Euery One, Nor Doe Not Vse Sette Colours For To Weare, Nor Nourish Speciall Locks Of Vowed Haire, Nor Giue Each Speech A Full Point Of A Grone, The Courtly Nymphes, Acquainted With The Mone Of Them Wich In Their Lips Loues Standard Beare: What, He! (Say They Of Me): Now I Dare Sweare He Cannot Loue; No,No, Let Him Alone. And Thinke So Still, So Stella Know My Minde; Profess In Deede I Do Not Cupids Art; But You, Fair Maides, At Length This True Shall Find, That His Right Badge Is But Worne In The Hart: Dumbe Swans, Not Chattering Pyes, Do Louers Proue; They Loue Indeed Who Quake To Say They Loue.