"In your eyes (I can still see the look of the one) I can still see the look Of the one who really loves me (II can still..."

"Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prit..."

"And the King with his golden sceptre, The Pope with Saint Peter's key, Can never unlock the one little heart That is ope..."