Mistresse mine well may you fare,
Kind be your thoughts and void of  care,
Sweete Saint Venus bee your speede,
That you may in love proceede,
Coll mee and clip and kisse me too,
So so so so so so true love should do.

This faire morning Sunnie bright,
That gives life to loves delight,
Everie hart with heate inflames,
And out cold affection blames.
Coll mee and clip and kisse me too,
So so so so so so true love should do.

In these woods are none but birds,
They can speake but silent words:
They are prettie harmeless things;
They will shade us with their wings.
Coll mee and clip and kisse me too,
So so so so so so true love should do.

Never strive nor make no noyes,
Tis for foolish girles and boyes,
Everie childish thing can say,
Goe to, how now, pray away.
Coll mee and clip and kisse me too,
So so so so so so true love should do.