Eque Brevi Verbo Ferre Perenne Malum. Secundus, Eleg. Vii. Still The Question I Must Parry, Still A Wayward Truant Prove: Where I Love, I Must Not Marry; Where I Marry, Can Not Love. Were She Fairest Of Creation, With The Least Presuming Mind; Learned Without Affectation; Not Deceitful, Yet Refined; Wise Enough, But Never Rigid; Gay, But Not Too Lightly Free; Chaste As Snow, And Yet Not Frigid: Fond, Yet Satisfied With Me: Were She All This Ten Times Over, All That Heaven To Earth Allows. I Should Be Too Much Her Lover Ever To Become Her Spouse. Love Will Never Bear Enslaving; Summer Garments Suit Him Best; Bliss Itself Is Not Worth Having, If We're By Compulsion Blest.