THE LADY'S SECOND SONG
 
 WHAT sort of man is coming
 To lie between your feet?
 What matter, we are but women.
 Wash; make your body sweet;
 I have cupboards of dried fragrance.
 I can strew the sheet.
 The Lord have mercy upon us.
 
 He shall love my soul as though
 Body were not at all,
 He shall love your body
 Untroubled by the soul,
 Love cram love's two divisions
 Yet keep his substance whole.
 The Lord have mercy upon us.
 
 Soul must learn a love that is
 proper to my breast,
 Limbs a Love in common
 With every noble beast.
 If soul may look and body touch,
 Which is the more blest?
 The Lord have mercy upon us.