If love is equal to the fame it claims;
To fame it has no great monogamy...

When I compare my frame to other men:
I weep, and mirror's glass weeps for me too...

Let he, whom in my kingdom, read here wise:
Your eyeslids best be closed when near my love...

If fifty suitors claim their love for you
And mine include, how could you end with me...

Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...

How can you view within your glass, an end?
When beauty yours, bestowed another make...

When I foresee the doom pollution brings:
I rush to fresher air, but sighing more...

Shall I from heart reveal your grace in rhyme?
Your tenderness enthrals a love thought lost...

(I)
My love would frown, if could, about this stone...

How does your beauty fair in Godly realms?
My eyes have placed you there for such compare...

The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt...

I fear not death, but death without rebirth;
For how I'll doubly miss the southern spring...