1. choice

  • My Choice

    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...

    William Browne

  • The Choice (Pomfret)

    If heaven the grateful liberty would give

    That I might choose my method how to live,

    And all those hours propitious fate should lend,

    In blissful ease and satisfaction spend:

    Near some fair town I'd have a private seat,

    Built uniform, not little, nor too great:

    Better if on a rising ground it stood;...