To Beauty.

"Oh, Mistress Beauty," said my sigh, "I'd laugh to scorn all other blisses, If you and I might live and die Together on such fare as kisses.

"Your kirtle would not be of silk, The band around it but torn leather. I think our wine would be plain milk; I think we'd oft see stormy weather.

"But, oh, there are some things in life Worth more to men than fame or money; And one of them's a sweet young wife, So pure, so honest, and so bonnie."