Mine eyes happen upon thine eyes.

Thou art quite the tempest.

Thine eyes play the part of deceit.

Thine lips ensnare my senses as though it t'were some tonic.

Whenceforth hast thou come?

Methinks thou art a devil, sent to mine world as punishment.

Methinks thou art an angel, sent to mine world as rewards.

Or, art thou some place betwixt these two homes?

Thou willst causeth me to close mine eyes forevermore.

I durst trow that I will be with thee until there be nothing more of me.

I prithee thou willst tarry with me.

I shalt name each of those heavenly bodies up above for thou.

Whither thou goest, I shall go.