Upon Himself.

I could never love indeed; Never see mine own heart bleed: Never crucify my life, Or for widow, maid, or wife. I could never seek to please One or many mistresses: Never like their lips to swear Oil of roses still smelt there. I could never break my sleep, Fold mine arms, sob, sigh, or weep: Never beg, or humbly woo With oaths and lies, as others do. I could never walk alone; Put a shirt of sackcloth on: Never keep a fast, or pray For good luck in love that day. But have hitherto liv'd free As the air that circles me: And kept credit with my heart, Neither broke i' th' whole, or part.