Obediance is very hard, the mind is wayward, struggles with commands of life.
A Philosopher,

And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many night as there are days
With for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at my Goth wall?

I know a woman that's a brave man,
And twenty men as kind
And what are you, that you should be
The one woman in my mind?

Yet women's ways are witless ways
As any sage will tell,
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?

Yet a gardener I am so say,
From hops to hips
And seed bracken dry
Score those lips with my Pips?