He will love you presently
If you be the way you be
Send your heart a-skittering
He will stoop, and lift the thing
Be your dreams as thread, to tease
Into patterns he shall please
Let him see your pa**ion is
Ever tenderer than his
Go and bless your star above
Thus are you, and thus is Love
He will leave you white with woe
If you go the way you go
If your dreams were thread to weave
He will pluck them from his sleeve
If your heart had come to rest
He will flick it from his breast
Tender though the love he bore
You had loved a little more
Lady, go and curse your star
Thus Love is, and thus you are