When You And My True Lover Meet And He Plays Tunes Between Your Feet. Speak No Evil Of The Soul, Nor Think That Body Is The Whole, For I That Am His Daylight Lady Know Worse Evil Of The Body; But In Honour Split His Love Till Either Neither Have Enough, That I May Hear If We Should Kiss A Contrapuntal Serpent Hiss, You, Should Hand Explore A Thigh, All The Labouring Heavens Sigh.