102. Love Dislikes Nothing
Whatsoever thing I see,Rich or poor although it be,—’Tis a mistress unto me.
Be my girl or fair or brown,Does she smile, or does she frown;Still I write a sweet-heart down.
Be she rough, or smooth of skin;When I touch, I then beginFor to let affection in.
Be she bald, or does she wearLocks incurl’d of other hair;I shall find enchantment there.
Be she whole, or be she rent,So my fancy be content,She’s to me most excellent.
Be she fat, or be she lean;Be she sluttish, be she clean;I’m a man for every scene.