If ever you wanted me, pay no mind To poetry I write or oaths I take Nor bother with my look, for it is blind And what I say will change with every wake.
Don't try me, with my patience cut in half- My hands, no good for holding, cannot feel, And every man that's loved me once will laugh To think my palpability was real.
Give not a violet or a sweeter word Than “No” to me or else I do not hear. To tell me something true would be absurd, Since virtue bids me nothing more than fear.
But do deny me everything I ask, Then punish me for giving you the task.