Ametas and Thestylis Making Hay-ropes

1

AMETAS

Think’st thou that this love can stand,

Whilst thou still dost say me nay?

Love unpaid does soon disband:

Love binds love as hay binds hay.

2

THESTYLIS

Think’st thou that this rope would twine

If we both should turn one way?

Where both parties so combine,

Neither love will twist nor hay.

3

AMETAS

Thus you vain excuses find,

Which yourselves and us delay:

And love ties a woman’s mind

Looser than with ropes of hay.

4

THESTYLIS

What you cannot constant hope

Must be taken as you may.

5

AMETAS

Then let’s both lay by our rope,

And go kiss within the hay.