| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910. | | | | To His Mistress | | By George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham (16281687) |
| | | WHAT a dull fool was I, | |
| To think so gross a lie, | |
| As that I ever was in love before! | |
| I have, perhaps, known one or two | |
| With whom I was content to be | 5 |
| At that, which they call keeping company. | |
| But, after all that they could do, | |
| I still could be with more. | |
| Their absence never made me shed a tear; | |
| And I can truly swear, | 10 |
| That, till my eyes first gazed on you, | |
| I neer beheld that thing I could adore. | |
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| A world of things must curiously be sought, | |
| A world of things must be together brought, | |
| To make up charms which have the power to move, | 15 |
| Through a discerning eye, true love. | |
| That is a masterpiece, above | |
| What only looks and shape can do; | |
| There must be wit, and judgment too; | |
| Greatness of thought, and worth, which draw | 20 |
| From the whole world, respect and awe. | |
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| She that would raise a noble love, must find | |
| Ways to beget a passion for her mind, | |
| She must be that, which she, to be would seem; | |
| For all true love is grounded on esteem. | 25 |
| Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart | |
| Than all the crooked subtleties of art. | |
| She must be (what said I?), She must be you. | |
| None but yourself that miracle can do; | |
| At least, Im sure, thus much I plainly see, | 30 |
| None but yourself eer did it upon me. | |
| Tis you alone, that can my heart subdue | |
| To you alone, it always shall be true! | | | | |
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