Upon Love (3)

Love, I have broke
    Thy yoke,
The neck is free;
But when I’m next
    Love-vexed,
Then shackle me.

’Tis better yet
    To fret
The feet or hands,
Than to enthral
    Or gall
The neck with bands.

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