Here's to your affections and better
I write you this letter
Hoping your affection again.
I know you won't be richer
But still you might be better
With rest and huniety(?) to the brain.
So now see, remember me
And bear me in your mind
And not be like the weather cock
That changes in the wind
But be ye like the turtle dove
That sits in yonder tree
Lamenting for her own true love.
Be ye the same with me.