What Will You Give Me, If I Will Wed? 'A Golden Gown To Come Sweetly Down, And Deck You From Foot To Head.' How Will You Keep Me, If I Am Cold? 'By A Heart So Warm, The Bravest Storm Dare Not Force Through My Strong Hands' Hold.' How Will You Please Me, If I Should Thirst? 'Why By The Rape Of The Purple Grape, Which The Summer And Sun Have Nursed.' If I Should Hunger What May I Eat? 'For You The Skies The Falcon Flies, And The Hounds On The Stag Are Fleet.' How Can You Comfort When Fair Youth Dies, When The SpirIt's Fain For A Purer Gain, Than The Satisfied Flesh Supplies? 'But This I Promise, When Starved And Cold A Lonely Soul Finds For Its Goal A Six-Foot Bed And Churchyard Mould.'