With this poem, I thee truly read
With all my wilful goods I thee endow
I know not what your other lovers said
But will they lend you horses or a plough?
Without a handshake, we are 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 pity’s sake
I consent to eat my dinner from your plate!
For prayers and vows confused have made me wild
I hope God’s mercy makes us lovers mild