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THOU ART NOT VERY FAIR, LOVE.

Thou art not very fair, Love,
 But fair enough for me;
For the face I little care, Love,
 So the heart a fond one be.
An even soul I prize, Love,
 More than an even brow;
And more than sunbright eyes, Love,
 A sunny temper's glow.

If the lip that presses mine, Love,
 Be soft affection's seal,
I never will repine, Love,
 Or to softer kisses steal.
Other forms may have more grace, Love,
 But they woo me hence in vain;
What are they to thy embrace, Love,
 By whom I'm loved again?

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