No guile I showed, clear was my plan;
My gole it matrimony was.
My earthly aim it was a man.
I gained my man. I won my gole.
Alas, I feel not as I fole.
Yes, ringing through my maiden thought
This clear voice rose, “oh come up higher”
To speak plain truth with cander fraught,
To married be, was my desire.
Now sweeter still this lot doth seem