about time you showed for I am all at sea –
buxom wench has possessed me again
butterflies to flit within my ample gut
heart beats most uncontrollably and I am lost
the sage 'twas such a dilemma and the cost!
the cost could be his head and his heart but
he would have to help the king with the pain
the wench loved not his majesty but he!
art silent knave – has the devil beguiled
Tell me once again if I am stupefied
lust or should I take upon myself a new wife?
quickly lest thy head will be forfeit
more around this lighted fire we sit
talk about the ways of love and of life
have explained to thee many times and tried
convey that now is not the time to get wed
have heard thy words but 'tis lust I feel
sage thought fast – slippery as an eel
what of it sage?
of her age
have – 'tis stirring
mind is whirring)
true I cannot
begin to see
are cunning as a fox
a bit – she has the pox
am cursed – 'tis true? O calamity!
'tis true – now would I lie to thee?