Upon his Constant Mistresse.
She’s not the fairest of her name,
But yet she conquers more than all the race,
For she hath other motives to inflame,
Besides a lovely face.
There’s Wit and Constancy
And Charms, that strike the soule more than the Eye.
’Tis no easie lover knowes how to discover
Such Divinity.
And yet she is an easie book,