In Nature'S Pieces Still I See Some Error, That Might Mended Be; Something My Wish Could Still Remove, Alter Or Add; But My Fair Love Was Fram'D By Hands Far More Divine For She Hath Ev'Ry Beauteous Line; Yet I Had Been Far Happier, Had Nature, That Made Me, Made Her. Then Likeness Might, That Love Creates, Have Made Her Love What Now She Hates; Yet, I Confess, I Cannot Spare From Her Just Shape The Smallest Hair; Nor Need I Beg From All The Store Pf Heaven For Her One Beauty More. She Hath Too Much Divinity For Me; Ye Gods, Teach Her Some More Humanity.