There is none, O none but you
by Thomas Campion.
There is none, O none but you,
That from mee estrange your sight,
Whom mine eyes affect to view
Or chained eares heare with delight.
Other beauties others moue,
In you I all graces find;
Such is the effect of loue,
To make them happy that are kinde.
Women in fraile beauty trust,
Onely seeme you faire to mee;
Yet proue truely kinde and iust,
For that may not dissembled be.
Sweet, afford me then your sight,
That, suruaying all your lookes,
Endlesse volumes I may write
And fill the world with enuyed bookes:
Which when after ages view,
All shall wonder and despaire,
Woman to finde man so true,
Or man a woman halfe so faire.
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Jon Corelis [log in to unmask]
www.geocities.com/joncpoetics
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