Behold, My Love, How Green The Groves
hearts as light as ours,
beh the milk-white thorn!
the shepherd, in the fllen;
in shepherd's phrase, will woo:
the courtier tells a fiale,
but is his heart as true!
these wild-wood flowers i've pu'd, to deck
that spotless breast o' thine:
the courtiers' gems may witness love,
but, 'tis na love like mine.