'T WAS not his person nor his parts,
Though ne'er so famed that won me,
He loved, he said, which I believed;
And that faith has undone me.

His virtues were alike to all,
Nor were they more to me,
I honored them, but loved the man,
Because that he was he.

Who since he has his love foregone,
And is himself no more,
I love him not as he is now
But as he was before.