No Loathsomeness in Love

What I fancy I approve,No dislike there is in love.Be my mistress short or tall,And distorted therewithal:Be she likewise one of thoseThat an acre hath of nose:Be her forehead and her eyesFull of incongruities:Be her cheeks so shallow tooAs to show her tongue wag through;Be her lips ill hung or set,And her grinders black as jet:Has she thin hair, hath she none,She's to me a paragon.