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Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт)


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't were 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 falseliood not disguise;
Hath she wit as she hath will,
Double arm'd 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 Bettutv's fairest hue,
There is Beauty, Love, and Wit:
Happy he can compass it. 



Francis Beaumont's other poems:
  1. A Funeral Elegy on the Death of the Lady Penelope Clifton
  2. Lay a Garland on My Hearse
  3. In Laudem Authoris
  4. Ad Comitissam Rutlandiæ
  5. Upon the Silent Woman


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