There are little traits that keep me bound... I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady- Ah me! Her swan-white throat, her strong chin, Her fresh laughing mouth which daily seems to say, "Come kiss me, love, kiss me once again! Her regal nose, her smiling grey eyes- (That thieve to steal a lovers heart)- And her brown tresses that wildly fly. Each have wounded me as with a dart So amorous are these that I deem they will slay me. Ah God, ah God! Alas, who will save me?