Go and catch a falling star ,
Get with child a mandrake root ,
Tell me where all past years are ,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot ,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing ,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging ,
  And find
  What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind .

If thou be’st born to strange sights ,
Things invisible to see ,
Ride ten thousand days and nights ,
Till age snow white hairs on thee ,
Thou , when thou return’st , wilt tell me ,
All strange wonders that befell thee ,
  And swear
  No where
Lives a woman true , and fair .

If thou find’st one , let me know ,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet ;
Yet do not , I would not go ,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true , when you met her ,
And last , till you write your letter ,
  Yet she
  Will be
False , ere I come , to two , or three .