What says you
To the reflection of the stars,
And that of your own affections
That blooms in the spring
And of your bosom
For you see
I am a man that drowns
In the fancy estate of ones company,
And your company is far more pleasant
Than that of a queens.
Should I be cased out of heaven
For the shrewdness of my desires
May my everlasting curse
Be one where I lie within your arms;
Even if I may lie in the pits of hell.
But, I know there is not,
For if god created another creature
As beautiful as you
It would be a sin.
And the father himself would be guilty