Oh! What is this daft and irritable stallion
who beseeches me so?
Boasting prideful neighs and stomping hooves
at my contented heart.
Do I know of his enormous passion
and delightful dealings?
I do not, nor do I feign the want of them.
Will he not bow down and let the sleeping dogs sleep?
Wake not those hounds of inconstance and doubt.
I have no desire to know of their adulterous natures.
Be gone! You wretched beast of lust and wanton flesh
which these eyes must see past
and these lips must not taste.
Mine is a peaceful and most dutiful heart;
do no tempt me with your lascivious
and wayward platitudes!
Oh, woe upon me to see
the truth of this through his deceitful
eyes, feel the softness with his callous touch.
Bold stallion, nay will I fall prey to your wicked beckonings.
Leave me to my humble master,
his love a safe haven from myself.
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