Punch to Eborina

If gifts the stern fair one to pity can move
Their power at this time let your Valentine prove
At the suit of poor Punch, Eborina relent
For say what more rich can a lover present.
If your heart may be moved or by honours or gold
On the top of my offering a crown you behold
Let the flag that waves o’er it your canopy make
And untouched you have still a most noble plumb cake
Where fruits from all countries are mixed in a paste
That must surely delight any damsel of taste
Then let it your mind to compassion incline
And allow at the least I’m a sweet Valentine.