song - Love a child is

Love a child is, ever crying,

Please him, and he straight is flying,

Give him, he the more is craving

Never satisfied with having;

His desires have no measure,

Endless folly is his treasure,

What he promiseth he breaketh

Trust not one word that he speaketh;

He vows nothing but false matter

And to cosen you he'll flatter,

Let him gain the hand he'll leave you,

And still glory to deceive you;

He will triumph in your wailing,

And yet cause be of your failing,

These his virtues are, and slighter

Are his gifts, his favours lighter,

Feathers are as firm in staying

Wolves no fiercer in their preying

As a child then leave him crying

Nor seek him so given to flying.