And as this round

Is no where found

To flaw or else to sever:

So let our love

As endlesse prove ;

And pure as Gold for ever.

True Beauty.

May I finde a woman faire,
And her mind as clear as aire;

If her beauty goe alone,

'Tis to me, as if 'twere none.

May I find a woman rich,
And not of too high a pitch :
If that pride should cause disdain,
Tell me, Lover, where's thy gain?

May I finde a woman wise,
And her falshood not disguise;

Hath she wit, as she hath will ?
Double arm'd she is to ill.

May I finde a woman kind,

And not wavering like the wind :
How should I call that love mine,
When 'tis his, and his, and thine?

May I find a woman true,
There is beauties fairest hue;
There is beauty, love and wit,
Happy he can compasse it.

Choice of a Mistresse.

Not that I wish my Mistris

More or lesse than what she is,
Write I these lines, for 'tis too late
Rules to prescribe unto my fate.

But yet as tender stomachs call

For some choice meat, that bears not all: A queazie lover may impart,

What Mistresse 'tis that please his heart.

First I would have her richly spred, With natures blossomes white and red ; For flaming hearts will quickly dye, That have not fewell from the eye.

Yet this alone will never win,
Except some treasure lies within ;
For where the spoile's not worth the stay,
Men raise their siege and go away.

I'd have her wise enough to know
When, and to whom a grace to show;
For she that doth at randome chuse,
She will, as soon her choice refuse.

And yet me thinks I'd have her mind
To flowing courtesie inclin'd:
And tender hearted as a maid,
Yet pity onely when I pray'd.

And I would wish her true to be,
(Mistake me not) I mean to me;
She that loves me, and loves one more,
Will love the Kingdome o'r and o'r

And I could wish her full of wit,
Knew she how to huswife it:

But she whose wisdome makes her dare
To try her wit, will sell more ware,

Some other things, delight will bring,
As if she dances, play, and sing.
So they be safe, what though her parts
Catch ten thousand forreign hearts.

But let me see, should she be proud;
A little pride should be allow'd.
Each amorous boy will sport and prate
Too freely, where he finds not state.

I care not much though she let down
Sometime a chiding, or a frown.
But if she wholly quench desire,
'Tis hard to kindle a new fire.

To smile, to toy, is not amisse,
Sometimes to interpose a kisse ;

But not to cloy; sweet things are good,
Pleasant for sawce, but not for food.

Wishes to his supposed Mistresse.

Who e'r she be,

That is the onely she,

That shall command my heart and me.

Might you hear my wishes

Bespeak her to my blisses,

And be call'd my absent kisses.

I wish her beauty,

That owes not all his duty

To gawdy tire, or some such folly.

A face that's best

By its own beauty drest;

And can alone command the rest.

Smiles, that can warme

The blood, yet teach a charme

That chastity shall take no harme.

Joyes that confesse

Vertue her Mistresse,

And have no other head to dresse.

Dayes, that in spight

Of darknesse, by the light

Of a cleare minde, are day all Night.

Life that dares send

A challenge to his end,

And when it's come, say, Welcome friend.