For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
And send him many years of sunshine days!
O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.