A WOMAN'S REASON.
Love me not for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part;
No! nor for my constant heart,—
For these may fail, or turn to ill;
So thou and I shall sever:
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me well, but know not why.
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever!
Anon.
LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY.
Over the mountains
And over the waves,
Under the fountains
And under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey;
Over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.
Where there is no place
For the glow-worm to lie;
Where there is no space
For receipt of a fly;
Where the midge dares not venture,
Lest herself fast she lay;
If love come, he will enter
And soon find out his way.
You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward for his flight;
But if she whom Love doth honour
Be concealed from the day,
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.