If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
–– from a poem by John Donne (1572 – 1631)