With this poem I thee truly read
With all my skilful blight I thee endow
I know not what your other lovers said
But will they lend you horses or a cow?
Without a handshake ,we are very nearly dead
With all my mercies, joy,I thee endow.
I know not what the judging angels said
But we will get to heaven, some other how.
With this promise, I thee truly take
To be my lawful and unlawful mate.
And after all, it’s for thy kitty’s sake
I consent to eat my dinner from your plate.
For prayers and vows confused have made me wild
But soon God’s mercy makes all lovers mild