Melt my heart O youthful beauty,
That a tardy fool can ne’er say no;
Wherefore thou hast been such endowed,
Thy beauty doth reflect all known.

Golden locks were but cliche`
Thitherto I saw thy face;
Naught now can satiate my
Longing for thy firm embrace.

Embrace thy beauty to enchant my heart,
Such true longing ne’er shall weary
Of the sight of thy transcendant face,
As long as thou art with and near me.

Sure all the royalty of England past
Could feast their eyes on what I see
No sooner would their eyes be set
Than a Knight thou wouldst proclaime`d be.