document.write("Twice or thrice had I loved thee,<br />Before I knew thy face or name,<br />So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,<br />Angels affect us oft, and worship\\\'d be;<br />Still when, to where thou wert, I came,<br />Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.<br />But since my soul, whose child love is,<br />Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,<br />More subtile than the parent is,<br />Love must not be, but take a body too,<br />And therefore what thou wert, and who,<br />I bid Love ask, and now<br />That it assume thy body, I allow,<br />And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.<br /><br />Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,<br />And so more steadily to have gone,<br />With wares which would sink admiration,<br />I saw, I had love\\\'s pinnace overfraught,<br />Ev\\\'ry thy hair for love to work upon<br />Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;<br />For, nor in nothing, nor in things<br />Extreme, and scatt\\\'ring bright, can love inhere;<br />Then as an Angel, face, and wings<br />Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,<br />So thy love may be my loves sphere;<br />Just such disparity<br />As is twixt Air and Angels\\\' purity,<br />\\\'Twixt women\\\'s love, and men\\\'s will ever be.");