When Love is kind,

  Cheerful and free,

Love's sure to find

  Welcome from me.

But when Love brings

  Heartache or pang,

Tears, and such things—

  Love may go hang!

If Love can sigh

  For one alone,

Well pleased am I

  To be that one,

But should I see

  Love given to rove

To two or three,

  Then—good by Love!

Love must, in short,

  Keep fond and true,

Thro' good report,

  And evil too.

Else, here I swear,

  Young Love may go.

For aught I care—

  To Jericho.