Be not too timorous, youth, nor strive to merit
Thy mistress' favour by a broken spirit;
Lift up thine eyes, boldly thy fair survey;
Yea, turn them, now and then, the other way:
For woman, though with glee abashing pride,
Delights not less the abject to deride;
And best may he subdue her to his bent
Who is both humble and impertinent.
