Go and catch a falling star
Get with child a mandrake root
Tell me where all past years are
Or who cleft the devil's foot
Teach me to hear mermaids singing
And to fend off envy's stinging And find what wind
Serves to advance an honest mind If thou be'st born to strange sights
Things invisible to see Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till age's snow white hairs on thee
Thou and thou return'st will tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee And swear nowhere
Lives a woman true and fair If you should find one let me know
Such a pilgrimage were sweet Yet do not I would not go
Though at next door we might meet
Though she were true when you met her
At last until you write this letter
She will be false
Ere I count one, two or three