Visage to visage, mine own lovely foe.
That from which we speak to that from which we speak,
Raining heaven’s blows. hand on heart, knucklebones.
Und’r the stars, nak’d as we floweth,
Cheek to cheek,
The bitt’r sweet.
Commit thy crime in thy deadly timeth.
Tis too divine,
I wanteth to bend.
I wanteth this bliss but something sayeth I wilt intermit
Anoth’r life, anoth’r time.
We’re jove’s misprision, writhing, int’rtwin’d.
Visage to visage, nay telling lies
,
The masks, away slideth to bewray a new disguise
Thee nev’r can winneth,
Tis the state I’m in,
This dang’r thrills and mine own conflict kills.
Those gents sayeth, followeth thy heart,
Followeth t through,

But how can thee, at which hour t’s did split in two?
And thee’ll nev’r knoweth.
You’ll nev’r know
, thee’ll nev’r knoweth,

One m’re kisseth bef’re we kicketh the bucket,
Visage to visage and dreameth of flying,
Who art thee? Who art i?

Windeth in wings, two angels falling,
to die this with a lasteth kisseth.
Tis falsehood’s flame and t’s a crying shame,
Visage to visage,
the passions breatheth,
I misprise to stayeth,
but then i misprise to leaveth
and thee’ll nev’r knoweth. no, thee’ll nev’r knoweth. no, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
thee’ll nev’r know. thee’ll nev’r know
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
nay, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
no, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
you’ll nev’r know
thee’ll nev’r knoweth