She Is Not Fair

“SHE is not fair to outward view”;

No beauty hers of form or face;

She hath no witchery, ’t is true,

No grace.

Nor pretty wit, nor well-stored mind,

Nor azure eyes, nor golden hair

Hath she. She is—I am not blind—

Not fair.

What makes me love her, then? say you,

For such a maid is not my wont.

Love her! What makes you think I do?

I don’t.