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THOU ART NOT VERY FAIR, LOVE.

Thou art not very fair, Love, But fair enough for me;For the face I little care, Love, So the heart a fond one be.An even soul I prize, Love, More than an even brow;And more than sunbright eyes, Love, A sunny temper's glow.
If the lip that presses mine, Love, Be soft affection's seal,I never will repine, Love, Or to softer kisses steal.Other forms may have more grace, Love, But they woo me hence in vain;What are they to thy embrace, Love, By whom I'm loved again?
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