- (from "Northern Lass,"
by: Richard Brome (c. 1590-1652)
POEMS BY RICHARD BROME
- OR Love
nor Fate dare I accuse
- For that my love did me refuse,
- But oh! mine own unworthiness
- That durst presume so mickle bliss.
- It was too much for me to love
- A man so like the gods above:
- An angel's shape, a saint-like voice,
- Are too divine for human choice.
- Oh had I wisely given my heart
- For to have loved him but in part;
- Sought only to enjoy his face,
- Or any one peculiar grace
- Of foot, of hand, of lip, or eye,--
- I might have lived where now I die:
- But I, presuming all to choose,
- Am now condemned all to lose.