Alas my love, I find thee cold
Despite that, thou attract me so.
How often my thoughts dwell on thee!
Tho’ thou would have the contrary.

‘Tis not thy eyes that attract me
For they’re as cold as ice can be
The more they darken, on me frown
For thy love I’ll exchange my crown.

I am no Empress with a crown:
I rule no Kingdom nor a town;
But am Empress of O my heart;
If thou love me, Emperor thou art.

Come then, my love, and make me thine;
I’ll set before thee food and wine
I’ll be thy lady virtuous true
At the church let us say “I do”.