Leave if Ye wish

Leave if ye wish, I will not hinder ye;
Be gone if ye fancy all such grace brought to yer knee;
I lost not sight only but feelings might be,
To leave me cower'd, breathless of yer stand;
And pray tell, my man, of grace and glee
How swell is yer flight, fare well homeland!

No mouth nor tongue may twist with gentleness
Of words from a lady whom adores ye no less;
Ye hath boast'd ye'r a May of erudition,
To ken such wit of ye, need not delve to reason.
Peace in ye, appearance that to Him dost owe;
Beauty in ye, shall Dionysius wrath be fall in tow,
Strength in ye, hath shaketh the prowess in me;
Behold, I shall forget not the mem'rie,
Nay, verily recount til soul leaveth mine body.

Lasting passion for ye, good bye 'tis not the word,
Away! to the mystery of the morrow;
Whilst I ken hows't to hear the Lord,
I can nay be gay to bid mine fare well to sorrow!