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Henry King - The Defence
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Piensan los Enamorados 
Que tienen los otros, los oios quebranta dos. 

VVhy slightest thou what I approve? 
Thou art no Peer to try my love, 
Nor canst discern where her form lyes, 
Unless thou saw`st her with my eyes. 
Say she were foul and blacker than 
The Night, or Sun-burnt African, 
If lik`t by me, tis I alone 
Can make a beauty where was none; 
For rated in my fancie, she 
Is so as she appears to me. 
But tis not feature, or a face, 
That does my free election grace, 
Nor is my liking onely led 
By a well temperd white and red; 
Could I enamour`d grow on those, 
The Lilly and the blushing Rose 
United in one stalk might be 
As dear unto my thoughts as she, 
But I look farther, and do find 
A richer beauty in her mind; 
Where something is so lasting fair, 
As time or age cannot impair. 
Had`st thou a perspective so cleere, 
Thou could`st behold my object there; 
When thou her vertues should`st espy, 
Theyl`d force thee to confess that I 
Had cause to like her, and learn thence 
To love by judgment not by sence.
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