Why does a woman change her moods?
That man may have no thought but hers;
When man has silent, unknown dreams,
Oh, how it troubles her with fears:
Her words, what jealous fear they prove -
'A penny for your thoughts, my love.'

When I would think, she laughs and talks,
That I shall know a woman's there;
She stops my hand, when it would write:
I took her for my staff, but swear -
By every devil and every god -
This woman's love is now my rod!