A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
If thou that bid'st me be content wert grim,
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content;
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories