Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or br storm out the message for her only ear br that she is beautiful. br Mention sunsets, be not silent of her eyes br and mouth and other prospects, praise her size, br say her figure is full. br br Say her small figure is heavenly and full, br so as stunned Henry yatters like a fool br and maketh little sense. br Say she is soft in speech, stately in walking, br modest at gatherings, and in every thing br declare her excellence. br br Forget not, when the rest is wholly done br and all her splendours opened one by one br to add that she likes Henry, br for reasons unknown, and fate has bound them fast br one to another in linkages that last br and that are fair to see.