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First Line: Thus I resolve, and time hath taught me so
Last Line: Wild born be wild still, though by force you tame.
Variant Title(s): Thus I Resolve
Subject(s): Love - Nature Of


THUS I resolve, and time hath taught me so;
Since she is fair and ever kind to me,
Though she be wild and wanton-like in show,
Those little stains in youth I will not see.
That she be constant, heaven I oft implore:
If prayers prevail not, I can do no more.

Palm tree the more you press, the more it grows:
Leave it alone, it will not much exceed.
Free beauty if you strive to yoke, you lose:
And for affection, strange distaste you breed.
What Nature hath not taught, no Art can frame:
Wild born be wild still, though by force you tame.





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