Thou'rt one of those That thinks each woman thy fond flexible whore.
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee, That there's no living with thee, or without thee.
So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure, From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say, Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know.Francis Thompson
I know Thou'rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.william shakespeare
Oh, sweet thy current by town and by tower, The green sunny vale and the dark linden bower; Thy waves as they dimple smile back on the plain, And Rhine, ancient river, Thou'rt German again!