| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| 23. Upon kinde and true Love |
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| 'TIS not how witty, nor how free, | |
| Nor yet how beautifull she be, | |
| But how much kinde and true to me. | |
| Freedome and Wit none can confine, | |
| And Beauty like the Sun doth shine, | 5 |
| But kinde and true are onely mine. | |
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| Let others with attention sit, | |
| To listen, and admire her wit, | |
| That is a rock where Ile not split | |
| Let others dote upon her eyes, | 10 |
| And burn their hearts for sacrifice, | |
| Beauty's a calm where danger lyes. | |
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| But Kinde and True have been long tried | |
| A harbour where we may confide, | |
| And safely there at anchor ride. | 15 |
| From change of winds there we are free, | |
| And need not feare Storme's tyrannie, | |
| Nor Pirat, though a Prince he be. | |
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