If desired by thine I'll choose a d**h at will for mine The means of doing that, 'cause it's tough It's you, then, who is to suggest, my love If with a double-dagger, suggest thee May be,
It's more than fine Please, quicken and supply to me But remind it, my love, my sun-shine Blade of that dagger should have Trenchant and fine As sweeter as wine And make me your shrine