Yes, I could love, could I but find A mistress fitting to my mind
Whom neither pride nor gold could moveTo buy her beauty, sell her love;
Were neat, yet cared not to be fine,And loved me for myself, not mine;
Not lady proud nor city coy,But full of freedom, full of joy;
Not wise enough to rule a stateNor fool enough to be laughed at;
Nor childish young nor beldam old;
Not fiery hot nor icy cold;
Not richly proud nor basely poor;
Not chaste, yet no reputed whore....
If such a one I chance to find...
I have a mistress to my mind.
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