1

'Tis true, I never was in love:
But now I mean to be,
For there's no art
Can shield a heart
From loves Supremacie

2

Though in my nonage I have seen
A world of taking faces;
I had not age nor wit to ken
There several hidden graces

3

Those vertues which though thinly set,
In others are admired,
In thee are altogether met,
Which make thee so desired

4

That though I never was in Love
Nor never meant to be,
Thy self and parts
Above my arts
Have drawn my heart to thee.