by Robert Greene
Nature foreseeing how men would devise
More wiles than Proteus, women to entice,
Granted them two, and those bright-shining eyes,
To pierce into men's faults if they were wise;
For they with show of virtue mask their vice.
Therefore to women's eyes belong these gifts,
The one must love, the other see men's shifts.
Both these await upon one simple heart,
And what they choose, it hides up without change.
The emerald will not with his portrait part,
Nor will a woman's thoughts delight to range;
They hold it bad to have so bad exchange:
One heart, one friend, though that two eyes do choose him,
No more but one, and heart will never lose him.
Cor unum, Amor unus.
Last updated April 19, 2018