Fond men that do so highly prize A woman's forehead, lips, and eyes, And look not to the better part, What virtues dwelleth in the heart; Such kind of loving showeth plain, You please the sense and not the brain.
Fond men that do so highly prize A woman's forehead, lips, and eyes, And look not to the better part, What virtues dwelleth in the heart; Such kind of loving showeth plain, You please the sense and not the brain.