All grace in me, all sweetness in my verse,
Is hers, is my dear girl's, and only hers.
BEING HER FRIEND
Being her friend, I do not care, not I,
How gods or men may wrong me, beat me down;
Her word's sufficient star to travel by,
I count her quiet praise sufficient crown.
Being her friend, I do not covet gold,
Save for a royal gift to give her pleasure;
To sit with her, and have her hand to hold,