Anonymous. 1609
LOVE not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for a 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 still but know not why—
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever!
2 comments:
Awesome pic. How do you get your face to do that? It's like you're in a really high-gravity situation, maybe on Neptune or in a racecar.
I can send you my recipe for Danish oatmeal cookies, if you want.
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