O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.