What care I?
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman’s fair?
Or my cheeks make pale with
care
‘Cause another’s rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day
Or the flowery meads in May -
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
Shall my foolish heart be
pined
‘Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well disposèd nature
Joinèd with a lovely feature?
Be she meeker, kinder, than
Turtle-dove or pelican,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how kind she be?
Shall woman’s virtues move
Me to perish for her love?
Or her merits’ value known
Make me quite forget mine
own?
Be she with that goodness
blest
Which may gain her name of
Best;
If she seem not such to me,
What care I how good she be?
‘Cause her fortune seems to
high,
Shall I play the fool and
die?
Those that bear a noble mind
Where they want of riches
find,
Think what with them they
would do
Who without them dare to woo;
And unless that mind I see,
What care I how great she be!
Great or good, or kind or
fair,
I will ne’er the more
despair;
If she love me, this believe,
I will die ere she shall
grieve;
If she slight me when I woo,
I can scorn and let her go;
For if she be not for me,
What care I for whom she be?
George Wither (1588-1667)
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