I am, by fate, slave to your will And shall be most obedient still. To show my love, I will compose ye, For your fair finger's ring, a posy, In which shall be expressed my duty, And how I'll be forever true t' ye. With low-made legs and sugared speeches, Yielding to your fair bum the breeches, I'll show myself, in all I can, Your faithful, humble servant, John. |