I would in that sweet bosom be 
(O sweet it is and fair it is!) 
Where no rude wind might visit me. 
Because of sad austerities 
I would in that sweet bosom be. 

I would be ever in that heart 
(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) 
Where only peace might be my part. 
Austerities were all the sweeter 
So I were ever in that heart.