TO get a Love and Beauty so divine, (In these so wary times) the fact must be Of greater fortunes to the world than mine; Those are the steps to that felicity; For love no other gate hath than the eyes, And inward worth is now esteem'd as none; Mere outsides only to that blessing rise, Which Truth and Love did once account their own; Yet as she wants her fairer, she may miss The common cause of love, and be as free From earth, as her composure heavenly is; If not, I restless rest in misery, And daily wish, to keep me from despair, Fortune my mistress, or you not so fair. |