Classic Poem

They have said evil of my dear;
Therefore my heart is vexed and drear:
But what is it to them
If he be fair or foul to see,
Since he is perfect joy to me.

He loves me well: the like do I:
I do not look with half an eye,
But seek to pleasure him.

From all the rest I choose him here;
I want no other for my dear:
How then should he displease
Those who may leave him if they please?
God keep him from all fear.