William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
There Is None, O None but YouThomas Campion (15671620)
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That from me estrange your sight,
Whom mine eyes affect to view
Or chainèd ears hear with delight.
In you I all graces find;
Such is the effect of Love,
To make them happy that are kind.
Only seem you fair to me;
Yet prove truly kind and just,
For that may not dissembled be.
That, surveying all your looks,
Endless volumes I may write
And fill the world with envied books:
All shall wonder and despair,—
Woman to find man so true,
Or man a woman half so fair.