Like a man.
Can love bend with its knees? Though
Unclaimed with pointless arrows of cupid
Can still love breed or can still love breath through?,
In the air where her love always forbid.
Now like a man. Can still love bend with its knees?
And sing again the verses of his love.
Painful though having these uncertainties
Ah! For verses of her someone now have.
Now by these can man still love and belov'd?
On ways his vampish heart would always ask;
Not man nor his heart or divine above
Can say, love could ne'er be man, nor will ask
Indeed, if love never bend with its knee
All then it's not true and it starts in me