Echo wept and wooed him by all means above the rest, Love me for pity, or pity me for love, but he was obstinate, Ante ait emoriar quam sit tibi copia nostri, “he would rather die than give consent.”  Psyche ran whining after Cupid,

[5853] “Formosum tua te Psyche formosa requirit,
        Et poscit te dia deum, puerumque puella;”

       “Fair Cupid, thy fair Psyche to thee sues,
        A lovely lass a fine young gallant woos;”

but he rejected her nevertheless.  Thus many lovers do hold out so long, doting on themselves, stand in their own light, till in the end they come to be scorned and rejected, as Stroza’s Gargiliana was,

       “Te juvenes, te odere senes, desertaque langues,
        Quae fueras procerum publica cura prius.”

       “Both young and old do hate thee scorned now,
        That once was all their joy and comfort too.”

As Narcissus was himself,

------“Who despising many. 
Died ere he could enjoy the love of any.”

They begin to be contemned themselves of others, as he was of his shadow, and take up with a poor curate, or an old serving-man at last, that might have had their choice of right good matches in their youth; like that generous mare, in [5854]Plutarch, which would admit of none but great horses, but when her tail was cut off and mane shorn close, and she now saw herself so deformed in the water, when she came to drink, ab asino conscendi se passa, she was contented at last to be covered by an ass.  Yet this is a common humour, will not be left, and cannot be helped.

[5855] “Hanc volo quae non vult, illam quae vult ego nolo: 
        Vincere vult animos, non satiare Venus.”

       “I love a maid, she loves me not:  full fain
        She would have me, but I not her again;
        So love to crucify men’s souls is bent: 
        But seldom doth it please or give consent.”

“Their love danceth in a ring, and Cupid hunts them round about; he dotes, is doted on again.” Dumque petit petitur, pariterque accedit et ardet, their affection cannot be reconciled.  Oftentimes they may and will not, ’tis their own foolish proceedings that mars all, they are too distrustful of themselves, too soon dejected:  say she be rich, thou poor:  she young, thou old; she lovely and fair, thou most ill-favoured and deformed; she noble, thou base:  she spruce and fine, but thou an ugly clown:  nil desperandum, there’s hope enough yet:  Mopso Nisa datur, quid non speremus amantes?  Put thyself forward once more, as unlikely matches have been and are daily made, see what will be the event.  Many leave roses and gather thistles, loathe honey and love verjuice:  our likings are as various as our palates.  But commonly they omit opportunities, oscula qui sumpsit, &c., they neglect the usual means and times.

       “He that will not when he may,
        When he will he shall have nay.”