WHY I tie about thy wrist Julia, this my silken twist; For what other reason is 't, But to show thee how in part, Thou my pretty captive art? But thy bondslave is my heart: 'Tis but silk that bindeth thee, Snap the thread, and thou art free: But 'tis otherwise with me; I am bound, and fast bound so, That from thee I cannot go, If I could, I would not so. |