My mistress doth concentrate her eyes
Upon such things that I must deny
Her hooded mask betrays what she has
Perhaps her aim is not as it was once mad
Twinkling beauty doth dwell in her mind
And constant I trace her every find
For my means be not ever improved
But leave her lighter senses as she chews
As I take the prize from her once more
Oh, dare he not delay me at the door
Tarry not, should I beseech his move?
As the waiter waits and hesitates my clue
Such is my mistress, indulgent as she likes
For she forces me to pay the waiter's hike.