When God at first made man,     Having a glass of blessings…

When God at first made man,     Having a glass of blessings standing by,          “Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can;      Let the world’s riches, which dispersed lie,              Contract into a span.”                So strength first made a way;      Then beauty flow’d, then wisdom, honour, pleasure;          When almost all was out, God made a stay,      Perceiving that alone of all his treasure,            Rest in the bottom lay.              “For if I should,” said he,    “Bestow this jewel also on my creature,        He would adore my gifts instead of me,    And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:            So both should losers be.              “Yet let him keep the rest,    But keep them with repining restlessness;        Let him be rich and weary, that at least,    If goodness lead him not, yet weariness            May toss him to my breast.”

I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, an…

I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays; Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays; Her whom the country form’d, and whom the town; Her who believes, and her who tries; Her who still weeps with spongy eyes, And her who is dry cork, and never cries. I can love her, and her, and you, and you; I can love any, so she be not true.