The same smile to cause the Heart much glee, makes the Heart weep.
What hope is in that smile to bring everlasting relief?
The same promise found in material solace, begets false security.
What promise is there for a man shackled in bonds of vanity?
Only the comfort of less to bear on this mortal frame,
& I futilely move my weighted yoke to another Name.
Shall we ever find the peace that keeps when one doth sleeps?
Is there not light in the slumbered nights of lamenting frights?
Oh. My laboring to this due brings no consummate end.
Ravish your Viceroy in me so my Heart will bend.