Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

I have not kept the square, but that to comeShall all be done by the rule.

Shall not be long but I'll be here again:Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.

For she had eyes and chose me.