Of A Sunday Roll'd Art Thou

[Orsino]

With Eros are we well acquainted,
His law we know, thou and I.
Betrothal full lieth in my mind
Such as no swain else fain would try.

To expound honest passion is my desire,
As is thy comprehension true.

Ne'er shall I my claim on thee recant,
Ne'er fail the measure of thy faith,
Ne'er dalliance pursue nor wanton be,
Ne'er wring from thee tears of sorrow,
Ne'er bid thee sad farewell, nay, wound not thee.