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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

True Beauty

MAY I find a woman fair,

And her mind as clear as air:

If her beauty go alone,

’Tis to me as if ’twere none.

May I find a woman rich,

And not of too high a pitch:

If that pride should cause disdain,

Tell me, lover, where’s thy gain?

May I find a woman wise,

And her falsehood not disguise:

Hath she wit as she hath will,

Double armed she is to ill.

May I find a woman kind,

And not wavering like the wind:

How should I call that love mine,

When ’tis his, and his, and thine?

May I find a woman true,

There is beauty’s fairest hue,

There is beauty, love, and wit:

Happy he can compass it!