So would not I

If your lovers, maids, forsake you, Would you pine, and sigh and die, To your bed for grief betake you? If you would, so would not I.

Would you dress your heads with willows, Let your hair neglected fly, Banish slumber from your pillows? If you would, so would not I.

Should a faithless Swain perplex you, Then for one more worthy try; Would you let the false one vex you? If you would, so would not I.

Men were sent, I'm sure, to please us; Such their words, their looks, imply. We were fools to let them teaze us; If you will, so will not I.