In Nature's pieces still I see <br />Some error that might mended be; <br />Something my wish could still remove, <br />Alter or add; but my fair love <br />Was fram'd by hands far more divine, <br />For she hath every beauteous line: <br />Yet I had been far happier, <br />Had Nature, that made me, made her. <br />Then likeness might (that love creates) <br />Have made her love what now she hates; <br />Yet I confess I cannot spare <br />From her just shape the smallest hair; <br />Nor need I beg from all the store <br />Of heaven for her one beauty more. <br />She hath too much divinity for me: <br />You gods, teach her some more humanity.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-divine-mistress/
