Here you will find the Poem The Defence of poet Henry King
Piensan los Enamorados Que tienen los otros, los oios quebranta dos. Why slightest thou what I approve? Thou art no Peer to try my love, Nor canst discern where her form lyes, Unless thou saw'st her with my eyes. Say she were foul and blacker than The Night, or Sun-burnt African, If lik't by me, tis I alone Can make a beauty where was none; For rated in my fancie, she Is so as she appears to me. But tis not feature, or a face, That does my free election grace, Nor is my liking onely led By a well temperd white and red; Could I enamour'd grow on those, The Lilly and the blushing Rose United in one stalk might be As dear unto my thoughts as she, But I look farther, and do find A richer beauty in her mind; Where something is so lasting fair, As time or age cannot impair. Had'st thou a perspective so cleere, Thou could'st behold my object there; When thou her vertues should'st espy, Theyl'd force thee to confess that I Had cause to like her, and learn thence To love by judgment not by sence.
