"Come, pretty birds, present your lays, <br /> And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; <br /> Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be <br /> Employ'd to serve her deity: <br /> And warble forth, ye virgins nine, <br /> Some music to my Valentine. <br /> <br /> "Her bosom is love's paradise, <br /> There is no heav'n but in her eyes; <br /> She's chaster than the turtle-dove, <br /> And fairer than the queen of love: <br /> Yet all perfections do combine <br /> To beautifie my Valentine. <br /> <br /> "She's Nature's choicest cabinet, <br /> Where honour, beauty, worth and wit <br /> Are all united in her breast. <br /> The graces claim an interest: <br /> All virtues that are most divine <br /> Shine clearest in my Valentine." <br /> And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; <br /> Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be <br /> Employ'd to serve her deity: <br /> And warble forth, ye virgins nine, <br /> Some music to my Valentine. <br /> <br /> "Her bosom is love's paradise, <br /> There is no heav'n but in her eyes; <br /> She's chaster than the turtle-dove, <br /> And fairer than the queen of love: <br /> Yet all perfections do combine <br /> To beautifie my Valentine. <br /> <br /> "She's Nature's choicest cabinet, <br /> Where honour, beauty, worth and wit <br /> Are all united in her breast. <br /> The graces claim an interest: <br /> All virtues that are most divine <br /> Shine clearest in my Valentine."<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-fairest-valentine-mrs-a-l/
