What is pain?
That with such joy may come such unending sorrow.
The lover slain.
And beseech thee Almighty God that my suff’ring may end upon the morrow.
For my heart; alas maimed and tainted by love’s bitter curse.
For the medicine they call affection; upon its withdrawal; agony surpass’d by it’s organ’s previous ailment!
And perhaps mellow melodies may for a fortnight thy muscle’s debt reimburse.
For with thy adoration thou see’st not the error of thine ways; and thine affections remain untouched and free of all derailment.