Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly
That liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes and
That brave vibration each way free,
Oh how that glittering taketh me!
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly
That liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes and
That brave vibration each way free,
Oh how that glittering taketh me!