Bid Me To Love, And I Will

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

Bid Me Despair, And I'll Despair,under That Cypress Tree;or Bid Me Die, And I Will Daree'en Death, To Die For Thee.