[speaker001:] Is your lady beautiful? Since I came here from the country, I've not seen her close. Tell me, is she beautiful?
[speaker002:] Thomas, if I could write with the beauty in her eyes, I was born to look in them and know myself.
[speaker001:] And, her lips?
[speaker002:] Her lips? The early morning rose would wither on the branch if it could feel envy.
[speaker001:] And her voice like a lark's song?
[speaker002:] Deeper, softer, none of your twittering larks. I would banish nightingales from her garden before they interrupted her song.
[speaker001:] Oh, she sings too?
[speaker002:] Constantly. Without doubt, and plays the lute. She has a natural ear.