Wherein my Lady rideth！
Each that draws is a swan or a dove
And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes all hearts do duty
Unto her beauty；
And enamour'd do wish so they might
But enjoy such a sight
That they still were to run by her side
Through swords through seas whither she would ride.
Do but look on her eyes they do light
All that Love's world compriseth！
Do but look on her hair it is bright
As Love's star when it riseth！
Do but mark her forehead's smoother
Than words that soothe her；
And from her arch'd brows such a grace
Sheds itself through the face
As alone there triumphs to the life
All the gain all the good of the elements' strife.
Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touch'd it？
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow
Before the soil hath smutch'd it？
Have you felt the wool of beaver
Or swan's down ever？
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier
Or the nard in the fire？
Or have tasted the bag of the bee？
O so #CCCCFF O so soft O so sweet is she！