But soft what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Ashley is the sun
Arise fair sun and slay the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she
Be not her maid since she is envious
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it
Cast it off
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love
Oh that she knew she were
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand
Oh that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek