The bracelet

Why I tie about thy wrist,

Julia, this my silken twist;

For what other reason is't,

But to show thee how, in part,

Thou my pretty captive art?

But thy bondslave is my heart;

'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,

Knap the thread and thou art free:

But 'tis otherwise with me;

I am bound, and fast bound, so

That from thee I cannot go;

If I could, I would not so.