William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
No More unto My Thoughts AppearSidney Godolphin (16101643)
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At least appear less fair,
For crazy tempers justly fear
The goodness of the air.
In my impurer mind,
Your very shadow is the glass
Where my defects I find.
Which makes my fires look pale,
And put that virtue out of sight
Which makes mine none at all?
Such value, I not wish
The native worth to any heart
That’s unadorned with this.
Myself, whilst I admire,
The fuel which from Hope I take
I give to my Desire.
The subject do calcine,
A heart may be your sacrifice
Too weak to be your shrine.