John Donne

Negative Love

I never stoop'd so low, as they 
Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey,
    Seldome to them, which soare no higher 
    Than vertue or the minde to’admire, 
For sense, and understanding may 
    Know, what gives fuell to their fire:
My love, though silly, is more brave, 
For may I misse, when ere I crave, 
If I know yet, what I would have. 

If that be simply perfectest
Which can by no way be exprest 
    But Negatives, my love is so. 
    To All, which all love, I say no. 
If any who deciphers best, 
    What we know not, our selves, can know, 
Let him teach mee that nothing; This 
As yet my ease, and comfort is, 
Though I speed not, I cannot misse.