William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
HumilityRichard Brome (d. 1652?)
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For that my love did me refuse,
But O! mine own unworthiness
That durst presume so mickle bliss.
It was too much for me to love
A man so like the gods above:
An angel’s shape, a saint-like voice,
Are too divine for human choice.
For to have loved him but in part;
Sought only to enjoy his face,
Or any one peculiar grace
Of foot, of hand, of lip, or eye,—
I might have lived where now I die:
But I, presuming all to choose,
Am now condemnèd all to lose.