a          Please you must pardon my agaze

b          But it’s something I can’t avoid

a          thouest beauty locked me in a cage

b          Forgive me on not being so coy.

c          Take me not as a hiren

d          This act is not an image.

c          My ways are very lakin

d          I’m standing on the bridge.

e          Truth hath become my one friend

f           She always follows thee

e          It would be dishonest to pretend

f           that thee can no longer see

g          that death will to be my one true bliss

g          When I give you, this sweet river, a kiss.