Tis true I never was in love:
But now I mean to be,
For there's no art
Can shield a heart
From love's supremacy.
Though in my nonage I have seen
A world of taking faces,
I had not age or wit to ken
Their several hidden graces.
Those virtues which, though thinly set,
In others are admired,
In thee are altogether met,
Which make thee so desired.
That though I never was in love,
Nor never meant to be,
Thyself and parts
Above my arts
Have drawn my heart to thee.
Alexander Brome.