Grip aboard thy ship dear Pontia
Above Madrigal hoarded thick
As so He may gag up roulettes
Paired around the sails a nick
Dost thy will seek it?
Or dost tell thee another?
If so dearest canst tell me not?
If thou durst to flee beyond?
If thy heart keepest another,
But thy father’s kinsman
Hath thy sought a way to run?
Or shalt ever kiss the lonely man?
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