And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
You are strangely troublesome.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.