a-repairing

And I forsooth in love ! I that have been love’s whip ,
A very beadle to a humorous sigh ,
A critic , nay , a nightwatch constable ,
A domineering pedant o’er the boy ,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent .
This wimpled , whining , purblind , wayward boy ,
This Signior Junior , giant dwarf , Dan Cupid ,
Regent of love rhymes , lord of folded arms ,
Th’ anointed sovereign of sighs and groans ,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents ,
Dread prince of plackets , king of codpieces ,
Sole imperator and great general
Of trotting paritors — O my little heart !
And I to be a corporal of his field
And wear his colors like a tumbler’s hoop !
What ? I love , I sue , I seek a wife ?
A woman , that is like a German clock ,
Still a-repairing , ever out of frame ,
And never going aright , being a watch ,
But being watched that it may still go right .
Nay , to be perjured , which is worst of all .
And , among three , to love the worst of all ,
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow ,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes .
Ay , and by heaven , one that will do the deed
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard .
And I to sigh for her , to watch for her ,
To pray for her ! Go to . It is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might .
Well , I will love , write , sigh , pray , sue , groan .
Some men must love my lady , and some Joan .