Jean Passerat, I like thee well.
Now many a twittering hirondelle
The plumes of thy lost dove would wear—
But I’ve not lost a tourterelle.
Could not, indeed, true turtle tell—
If real or mock I could not swear:
Jean Passerat, I like thee well.
True heart that would go “après elle—”
And sure thy sentiment I’d share—
But I’ve not lost a tourterelle.