Behold whiles she before the altar stands

Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes

And blesseth her with his two happy hands,

How the red roses flush up in her cheekes

Now al is done; bring home the bride againe,

Bring home the triumph of our victory ...

Ah when will this long weary day have end,

And lende me leave to come unto my love?

And in her bed her lay;

Lay her in lillies and in violets,

And silken courteins [curtains] over her display,

And odourd sheetes, and Arras coverlets.

Behold how goodly my faire love does ly

In proud humility