Could I forsake thee in thine blunder,
And in this verse spare thee mine own witness;
Lamenting of spirits held asunder,
Where from the cold depths bear able fitness.
Thou art a love for the ages with grace,
That sets a full life upon higher wealth
As I so discover’d mine own disgrace
When I saw thee squander away thine health.
Be sincere from thine heart, and doff thy way;
Thy bright commanding star hath crossed the sky,
That I, absorbed in wit, pushed thee away;
And sadly watched thee fall to earth and die.
Yet I myself love thee still, tis no lie,
And beyond heav’n my love doth multiply.