My lifted eye-brow shall declare my pain,My right hand to his fellow shall complain;And on the back a letter shall design,Beside a note that shall be writ in wine.Whene'er you think upon our last embrace,With your fore-finger gently touch your face.If any word of mine offend my dear,Pull with your hand the velvet of your ear;If you are pleas'd with what I do or say,Handle your rings, or vith your fingers play.