Song

For her gait, if she be walking;

Be she sitting, I desire her

For her state's sake; and admire her

For her wit if she be talking;

Gait and state and wit approve her;

For which all and each I love her.

Be she sullen, I commend her

For a modest. Be she merry,

For a kind one her prefer I.

Briefly, everything doth lend her