To the lark

Good speed, for I this day

Betimes my matins say:

Because I do

Begin to woo,

Sweet-singing lark,

Be thou the clerk,

And know thy when

To say, Amen.

And if I prove

Bless'd in my love,

Then thou shalt be

High-priest to me,

At my return,

To incense burn;

And so to solemnise

Love's and my sacrifice.