Classic Poem

No blooming youth shall ever make me err,
I will the beauty of the mind prefer.
If himan's rites shall call me hence,
It shall be with some man of sence:
Nott with the great, butt with a good estate,
Nott too well read nor yet illetterate
In all his actions moderate, grave and wise,
Redyer to bear than offer injuries;
And in good works a constant doer,
Faithfull in promise and liberall to the poor
He thus being quallified is always seen
Ready to serve his friend, his country and his king.
Such men as these you'l say there are but few,
Their hard to find and I must grant it too.
But if I ever hap to change my life,
It's only such a man shall call me wife.