Love me not for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part;
No! nor for my 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 well, but know not why.
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever!
Anon.