The poem
Let fair or foul my mistress be, Or low, or tall, she pleaseth me; Or let her walk, or stand, or sit, The posture her's, I'm pleased with it; Or let her tongue be still, or stir Graceful is every thing from her; Or let her grant, or else deny, My love will fit each history.
great to find another Herrick poem highighted as poem of the day... so unconditional in its support of the beloved, you almost have to wonder if he's joking or purely pussywhipped.