"Oh, Mistress Beauty," said my sigh,

"I'd laugh to scorn all other blisses,

If you and I might live and die

Together on such fare as kisses.

"Your kirtle would not be of silk,

The band around it but torn leather.

I think our wine would be plain milk;

I think we'd oft see stormy weather.

"But, oh, there are some things in life

Worth more to men than fame or money;

And one of them's a sweet young wife,

So pure, so honest, and so bonnie."