Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Cautions and ComplaintsAnswer to Master Withers Song, Shall I, Wasting in Despair
Ben Jonson (15721637)
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’Cause I see a woman’s Black?
Or myself, with care cast down,
’Cause I see a woman Brown?
Be She blacker than the night,
Or the blackest jet in sight!
If She be not so to me,
What care I, how Black She be?
’Cause I see a woman ’s curst?
Or a thwarting hoggish nature
Joinèd in as bad a feature?
Be She curst, or fiercer than
Brutish beast, or savage man!
If She be not so to me,
What care I, how Curst She be?
Me her vices quite forsake?
Or her faults to me make known,
Make me think that I have none?
Be She of the most accurst,
And deserve the name of worst!
If She be not so to me,
What care I, how Bad She be?
Shall I therefore let her go?
He that bears an humble mind
And with riches can be kind.
Think how kind a heart he ’d have,
If he were some servile slave!
And if that same mind I see,
What care I, how Poor She be?
I will ne’er the more be slack!
If she hate me (then believe!)
She shall die, ere I will grieve!
If She like me, when I woo;
I can like and love her too!
If that She be fit for me!
What care I, what others be?