A face that should content me wondrous well

A face that should content me wondrous well

Should not be fair, but lovely to behold,

Of lively look, all grief for to repel,

With right good grace, so would I that it should

Speak without such words as none can tell.

The tress also should be of crisped gold,

With wit, and these, perchance I might be tied

And knit again with knot that should not slide.