Shall I tell you whom I love?
  Hearken then awhile to me;
And if such a woman move
  As I now shall versify,
Be assured ’t is she or none,
That I love, and love alone.

Nature did her so much right
  As she scorns the help of art.
In as many virtues dight
  As e’er yet embraced a heart.
So much good so truly...