As the earth does weep

the sun being set

Each flower moistened

like a melting eye

I have deserved all tounges

to speak their bitterness over me

The lake of my treasures darken

being blown with the wind

Her circled eye

enforced by sympathy

of those fair suns

set in her mistress sky

who in a salt-waved ocean

quence their light

which makes the maid weep

like the dewy night

Grief dallied with

no law nor limit knows

deep woes roll silent

like gentle wind

Behold the thorns

hidden under each rose

Distress like dumps when

time is kept with tears