Be wary silent you idle creature.
Know you not to repent your scornful ways?
Stand still and safe you sickly trifled beast:
The love that passed is missed upon your days.
Still bound and blooded you are befallen,
Disdainful pains in proud pounds produced,
And paying high priced dim innocent youth,
I beg you still, by love be still seduced.
No longer linger for a lavish love
To let hold in grasps forsaken hopes,
To make its dwelling the depths endeared
Wearily clinging, a poor child that gropes.
A blinded heart sees not with eyes,
But fondles the dark for hopes and lies.