I dream about a certain beauty,
Justice is her maiden name.
A burden not, and not a duty,
the married mine. Is that a shame?
Her eyes a wonder, smile a truth,
her breasts divine and in their youth,
her carriage proud, to eyes anew,
to me would be my dreams come through.
I dream about that wondrous beauty,
Justice is her maiden name.
I make her up, as servant bounty.
My Lord! That woman’s life ‘s my flame!