When you and my true lover meet
and he plays tunes between your feet.
Speak no evil of the soul,
nor think that body is the whole,
for I that am his daylight lady
know worse evil of the body;
but in honour split his love
till either neither have enough,
that I may hear if we should kiss
a contrapuntal serpent hiss,
you, should hand explore a thigh,
all the labouring heavens sigh.