May I find a woman fair, And her mind as clear as air, If her beauty go alone, 'Tis to me as if't were none. May I find a woman rich, And not of too high a pitch; If that pride should cause disdain, Tell me, lover, where's thy gain? May I find a woman wise, And her falseliood not disguise; Hath she wit as she hath will, Double arm'd she is to ill. May I find a woman kind, And not wavering like the wind: How should I call that love mine, When 'tis his, and his, and thine? May I find a woman true, There is Bettutv's fairest hue, There is Beauty, Love, and Wit: Happy he can compass it.