LOVE not me for comely grace, 
For my pleasing eye or face, 
Nor for any outward part, 
No, nor for a constant heart: 
   For these may fail or turn to ill, 
   So thou and I shall sever: 
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, 
And love me still but know not why-- 
   So hast thou the same reason still 
   To doat upon me ever!                
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I would like to translate this poem
I liked reading it. Nice work john