Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Victorious JesusXIII. Anonymous
V
Doth neither wealth nor beauty bring,
Nor wit, nor worth, nor any thing
That claimes a merit or desert;
Do not, oh do not say, Depart.
Not to convey an interest,
But some great matter to attest;
So though I nothing bring thou’lt get,
Fresh witnesse thou art faire and great.
With loue, and lust, and world, and sense,
Both for assault and for defence;
But when thy beauties came in field,
My armed heart was forced to yield.
Of all the world, because to me
Wit, beauty, pleasure, all are lost,
And whatsoever else there bee
That can pretend no right to thee.
Food, labour, and defence afford;
Let words and lookes be gentle, Lord;
That others yet uncaught and free,
May wish to loose their liberty.