VVhen your fair hand receives this little book <br />You must not there for prose or verses look. <br />Those empty regions which within you see, <br />May by your self planted and peopled be: <br />And though we scarce allow your sex to prove <br />Writers (unless the Argument be Love); <br />Yet without crime or envy you have roome <br />Here, both the Scribe and Author to become.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-table-book-presented-to-a-lady/
