Ode: That Only Her Beauty and Voice Please Him

Passion may my judgment blear,
Therefore sure I will not swear
That others are not pleasing:
But, I speak it to my pain.
And my life shall it maintain,
None else yields my heart easing.

Ladies I do think there be
Other-some as fair as she.
Though none have fairer features;
But my turtle-like affection.
Since of her I made election,
Scorns other fairest creatures.

Surely I will not deny
But some others reach as high
With their sweet warbling voices:
But since her notes charmed mine ear,
Even the sweetest tunes I hear,
To me seem rude harsh noises.