His Supposed Mistress

If I freely can discover
What would please me in my lover,
I would have her fair and witty, 
Savouring more of court than city;
A little proud, but full of pity;
Light and humourous in her toying;
Oft building hopes, and soon destroying; 
Long, but sweet in the enjoying,
Neither too easy, nor too hard:
All extremes I would have barred.

She should be allowed her passions,
So they were but used as fashions; 
Sometimes froward, and then frowning, 
Sometimes sickish, and then swowning, 
Every fit with change still crowning. 
Purely jealous I would have her;
Then only constant when I crave her,
Tis a virtue should not save her.
Thus, nor her délicates would cloy me, 
Neither her peevishness annoy me.