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 begin
For to let affection in.
Be she bald, or does she wear
Locks 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.
