Few Are My Books, But My Small Few Have Told Of Many A Lovely Dame That Lived Of Old; And They Have Made Me See Those Fatal Charms Of Helen, Which Brought Troy So Many Harms; And Lovely Venus, When She Stood So White Close To Her Husband'S Forge In Its Red Light. I Have Seen Dian'S Beauty In My Dreams, When She Had Trained Her Looks In All The Streams She Crossed To Latmos And Endymion; And Cleopatra'S Eyes, That Hour They Shone The Brighter For A Pearl She Drank To Prove How Poor It Was Compared To Her Rich Love: But When I Look On Thee, Love, Thou Dost Give Substance To Those Fine Ghosts, And Make Them Live.