Her face        Her tongue       Her wit
so fair         so sweet         so sharp
first bent      then drew        then hit
mine eye        mine ear         my heart

Mine eye        Mine ear         My heart
to like         to learn         to love
her face        her tongue       her wit
doth lead       doth teach       doth move

Her face        Her tongue       Her wit
with beams      with sound       with art
doth blind      doth charm       doth knit
mine eye        mine ear         my heart

Mine eye        Mine ear         My heart
with life       with hope        with skill
her face        her tongue       her wit
doth feed       doth feast       doth fill

O face          O tongue         O wit
with frowns     with checks      with smart
wrong not       vex not          wound not
mine eye        mine ear         my heart

This eye        This ear         This heart
shall joy       shall yield      shall swear
her face        her tongue       her wit
to serve        to trust         to fear.

— Arthur Gorges