At times my mind does wander,
Me thinks of beauty thee,
My mind sees no way free,
And thus my mind does ponder.

Your beauty shape and too,
Your eyes as black as seen,
Your head – a crown! – a queen,
Your bloody lips, a roux.

And though my mind is fixxed
On you, my libertie hath robbed,
With thoughts of you betwixx’d.

The walls of mined, love-daubed,
and prisoner of you (deare you),
Yet I would contemplate anew-