A Face that should content me wonders well

A face that should content me wonders well,
Should not be fair but lovely to behold,
With gladsome cheer all grief for to expel;
With sober looks so would I that it should
Speak without words such words as none can tell;
The trees also should be of crisped gold.
With wit and these, might chance I might be tied
And knit again the knot that should not slide.
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