When thou didst smile was it true and fair?
Those silver lips are heavier than gold:
Thou carry more than heart could ever bear,
Or thousand ships on sea could ever hold.
O, never have I seen in metal form
A rose, with petal swords, in single strike,
Such ease, thy silver smile maketh warm
A mind, a heart, a soul; hell it be like.
Oft frivolous thy silver spent on men,
But lend me less than I can recompense;
For I will write with silver lining pen
A million words if thou give just a pence.
Lend me thy smile, lend it with no aim,
I swear our love will burn eternal flame.