My sweet, you've no right quoting Shakespeare
I'm nothing to a rose
Do not say where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear
Just keep to yourself so secret and so close

Anon, be patient as a female dove
He does not compare thee to a summers day
Yet I say he is in love
Tragic to say love is but decay

If I'm a rose, remember roses have thorns
I wish not to borrow cupid's wings
For now, I'm hoping God sends me no horns
Tied I shall be not by only two rings

You cannot call it love; for at your age
Just play as all the world's a stage