Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of a man!
Men sometimes will jealous be,
Though but little cause they see,
And hang the head as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent.

Men that but one saint adore,
Make a show of love to more;
Beauty must be scorned in one:
For what is courtship but disguise?
True hearts may have dissembling eyes.

Men, when their affairs require,
Must awhile themselves retire;
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk—
If these and such—like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear!

Men, when their affairs require,
Must awhile themselves retire;
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk—
If these and such—like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear!

- Lord Byron

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