I comb a parting in my hair and coif the set tresses –
Sign that he parts all troubles and is set to come hither betimes.
In the centre of my head-dress I must braid in the peruke:
If I concentrate my heart, why should I fear slander?
I bind the hair near the head and plait the ringlets at the end:
For to the end I must follow my lord e’er I attain my desire.
The flower-stylet with the flowers must be pressed through below the coif:
In such style will I thoroughly pay off my flower-debts and press you to take me home.
Withal, the flowers must match the head-dress and the moon-cinnamon be fastened in the curis on either side:
Then will the old man in the moon and the flower-king protect us both, and keep us knit close as eyebrows, though our hair grow white with age.