Judge Not Me
By Robert B. Martin Jr.
Judge not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing form or face;
Nor for any ideal hue
No, nor for a substance true:
For these may blow or turn to woe,
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep, therefore, a true judge's eye,
And love me still, but know not why;
So hast thou the same reason still
To vote me queen forever.