Thou arth the most beautiful,

With a bosom that shy the heaven.

May look unto thou the wise or heathen,

to only turn to inclinations so sinful.

Thou art the most enchanting,

exceeding the sword of the mortal Arthur.

The spell of Merlin could never persuade further,

the priest into non-celibate scheming.

Thou arth by far most chaste.

More pure than the babylonian fountains,

Virgin as the conquered mountains.

HA! Purest form of envy and lust!

Thou arth the lure of nature.

With the shell of mink,

that is but a phial,

Thou arth the most dreaded creature!