1. Go, happy rose, and interwove With other flowers, bind my love. Tell her, too, she must not be Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fetter'd me.
2. Say, if she's fretful, I have bands Of pearl and gold to bind her hand Tell her, if she struggle still, I have myrtle rods (at will) For to tame, though not to kill. 3. Take thou my blessing thus, and go And tell her this, but do not so, Lest a handsome anger fly Like a lightning from her eye, And burn thee up as well as I.