She of Him

II - She of him:

He would have a hand as soft

As the Downe, and shew it off;

Skin as smooth as any rush,

And so thin to see a blush

Rising through it e're it came:

All his blood should be a flame,

Quickly fired as in beginners

In love's School, and yet no sinners.

Nor o'erpraise, nor yet condemn;

Nor outvallew, nor contemne;

Nor doe wrongs, nor wrongs receave;

Nor tie knots, nor knots unweave;

And from baseness to be free,

As he durst love truth and me.

Such a man, with evry part,

I could give my very heart