Variety

I can love both fair and brown,
He whom abundance melts, and he whom want betrays,
He who loves loneness best, and he who masks and plays,
He whom the country formed, and whom the town,
He who believes, and he who tries,
He who weeps with spongy eyes,
And he who is dry cork, and never cries;
I can love him, and him, and you, and you,
I can love any, so he be not true.
(*The first stanza of "The Indifferent" by John Donne, adjusted for gender*)