"A Beetle"
(included in Cliff Valentines)
Oh think not that Fortune your [Mnts] would treat ill
In sending a Valentine blind as a Beetle:
Far, far from your mind be the fanciful terror,
Such Blindness is only imputed by Error.
That your Love was clear sighted we very well know;
She proved it, dear Sir, by distinguishing you,!
She sees that your heart is both constant & kind,
Delight’d, reviews each perfection [of mend],
And if ever request’d a failing to find,
Declares you have none, [or avow’s] herself Blind.