text: A face that should content me wondrous well
  Should not be fair but lovely to behold,
  With gladsome cheer all grief for to expel;
  With sober looks so would I that it should
  Speak without words such words as none can tell;
  Her tress also should be of crisped gold;
  With wit; and thus might chance I might be tied,
  And knit again the knot that should not slide.