From whence doth come thy golden orbs
Which heaven hath no equal parts?
Some piece Diana did absorb
To sway thy stalwart warrior’s heart
Come Solider take this maiden’s hand
A voyage must be undertaken
For thee the Angel’s tears do turn to sand
All others must be forsaken
But what of carnal pleasures
biding?
Tomorrow’s troubles sorrow and lament
The housewife screams and bellows chiding
He begs forgiveness, his heart full rent
A bargain struck, A contract made
A willing partner, An even trade
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