To His Fairest Valentine, Mrs. A.L.

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.

"Her bosom is love's paradise,
There is no heav'n but in her eyes;
She's chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.

"She's Nature's choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all united in her breast.
The graces claim an interest:
All virtues that are most divine
Shine clearest in my Valentine."

by Richard Lovelace

Comments (5)

Nice poem.......................
Loved reading this poem, really makes me touch my softer side. hope for more to come Mr. Lovelace
She's Nature's choicest cabinet, Where honour, beauty, worth and wit Are all united in her breast............so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem.
Poetry is a fine way to woe and praise
An amazing poem! ! ! ........