From “Fair Virtue”
SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die, because a woman ’s Fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
’Cause another’s rosy are?
Be She fairer than the Day,
Or the flowery meads in May!
  If She be not so to me,
  What care I, how Fair She be?

Should my heart be grieved or pined,
’Cause I see a woman...