Elegy 14. Before a little Book of my own that I sent her

Lady, I do not give this Book alone,
But with't my heart, which you have made your own:
Censure my verses as you please; but be
Kind to my heart, lest you do ruine me.
I made these little Poems, and (if you
Vouchsafe your love to me) you make me too.
Be kind as you are fair, I wish no other;
So make a doubtful man an happy Lover.