Love not me for comely grace

by Anonymous (1500-1599)

For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart:     For these may fail or turn to ill,       So thou and I shall sever: Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still but know not why—     So hast thou the same reason still       To doat upon me ever!

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