With this poem.I thee duly read

With this poem, I thee  truly read

With all my wilful goods I thee endow

I know not what your other lovers said

But will they lend you horses or a plough?

Without a handshake, we are nearly dead

With all my mercies, joy, I thee endow.

I know not what the judging angels said

But we will get to heaven, some other how.

With this promise, I thee  truly take

To be my lawful and unlawful mate.

And after all, it’s for thy  pity’s sake

I consent to eat my dinner from your plate!

For prayers and vows confused  have made me wild

I hope God’s mercy makes  us lovers mild