A Conceit

I would thou wert not fair, or I were wise;
I would thou hadst no face or I no eyes;
I would thou wert not wise, or I not fond;
Or thou not free, or I not so in bond.

But thou art fair, and I cannot be wise:
Thy sunlike face hath blinded both mine eyes;
Thou canst not be but wise, nor I but fond;
Nor thou but free, nor I but still in bond.

Yet am I wise to think that thou art fair;
Mine eyes their pureness in thy face repair;
Nor am I fond, that do thy wisdom see;
Nor yet in bond, because that thou art free.

Then in thy beauty only make me wise,
And in thy face the Graces guide thine eyes;
And in thy wisdom only see me fond;
And in thy freedom keep me still in bond.

So shalt thou still be fair and I be wise;
Thy face shine still upon my cleared eyes;
Thy wisdom only see how I am fond;
Thy freedom only keep me still in bond.

So would I thou wert fair and I were wise;
So would thou hadst thy face and I mine eyes;
So would I thou wert wise, and I were fond;
And thou wert free, and I were still in bond.